Lyrics:
how much it cost
To see my sin upon that cross
To see my sin upon that cross
by Tim Hughes
© 2001 Kingsway's Thankyou Music, Admin. by EMI Christian
by my own death Lucifer!
As malicious as a fool "fire",
charged with perverseness never before seen on earth,
He treats Christians as the lost
said, I want
My right to life
Oh will the fetus
Be aborted
By and by Lord
By and by
There's a better
Home awaiting
In the sky Lord
In the sky
Kathy had
hearts responding to His love.
by John Gibson
© 1987 Thankyou MusicAdm. by EMI Christian Music
better than life
We can feel your mercy falling
You are turning our hearts back again
Hear our praises rise to heaven
Draw us near Lord, meet us here
by
Fat Rap (Brothers)
Michael Sanchez
Yeah
Sanchez Productions
The family are here
(Yeah)
Let’s do it
Yeah
Let’s get it
It’s the Family
It’s the Bros!
Only time I was Holden, reading 'bout Caulfield
I'm a gangster minus violence, play by the rules
This life is a game, legality is whack
Return from
of the LORD comes on me and I notice
I'm touched by the Almighty One in this moment
Praise the King, Jesus the Son
Amazing things, in my life he's done
Thank
[Chorus]
If there is a final hour
Let's hope for a higher power
1 by 1 and 2 by 2
I have ammo what about you [x2]
[Verse 1]
Grandma told me the good
Whoever say I'm illegit, don't say that when they hear my blessing
Christians say I'm nemesis, go look at Genesis
But who cares, I'm friend with benefits
At last come the drums, at last comes the glory
Victory and joy or the happiness of death
The shield wall of ours versus the Christians warriors
anything
I will follow you. I will follow you
As the Christian witch that I am, I will follow you
I will follow you
Every time I hear the church music, I
the "Moulin Rouge"
I think I might wife her
Y'know, powder blue Roc-a-Wear suit, white Nike her
Add mami to the cypher
R.O.C. for life cuz, the gang
A Christian, an anarchist slash prostitute
Figures out the true meaning
Of freedom, not freedom like America
Freedom like a shopping cart
Kick back,
Guess I got a real bad habit of killin' 'em all for the taste
It's a life so savage, where all of your prayers go to waste
Take me by the hand,
her
We gon' do tellies so upstairs with cheddy
No Benihana bitch go to the deli
My life in a rush, ain't no time to get ready
This shit I cannot
of genocide
Destroy American drones
Paranoia by world terror
Guilty inverted
Absurd Lies
Christians “reasons”
Stop Selling Weapons
Stop stealing oil
Poor
happened to San Fran young girl hit by policeman
Twelve shots up in her dome, damn
Niggas thought we slept but the architect sent
The Pentagon's from
hellish,obscure descent
Death to christians
Mesmerized by the power of the beast
Putrefying by the nectar born (of my) revolt
Conjuring a ritual over herself
out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun, learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun
'Cause in the city
don't know (oh)
Down the hall
Punched a hole in the wall
Bounced out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun
Learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too
what happened to San Fran young girl hit by policeman
Twelve shots up in her dome, damn
Niggaz thought we slept but the architect sent
Anti-christian terrorist
Grim slaughterer of life
Let's massacre the Christians
And worship global death!
Terrorist, satanist, terrorist,
out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun
Learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun
He was NY's talk
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