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at the triumph for my magic steel
Led by hundred of mighty and fallen lords

Old cathedrals dusty graves where nest the seeds of holy victory
Blood from old crypts

to a tuck 
What now your funeral parlor is packed 
Everybody vestin on back 

All your peoples ready to react 
But they not ready for war 
Another rest

Holy Target

Raise Hell

Holy Target: Not Dead Yet

2006

Shotgun blast from my pipe is ripping the war-filled air
With tanks by my side we grind their empty skulls
In my target I can see tears from their

liquid truth
You're a crooked muse

Sippin' your holy water
But I want to chug it down
Created by the father
You're my religion now
Take me home to your

Fitted through these lyrics
Spent by real saint ministries

No gimmicks
We soldiers for Christ
On the battlefield of life
Holy Spirit guide us tonight

In

a life this pain for life
Got me singing like 
Zombie head shot
My aim is nice
Funerals look like parades 
When my family die
Funerals like parades 
When

needs (Jesus, Lord)

Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel

The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep, 
Which is enduring, so be deep! 
Heaven have her in its sacred keep! 
This chamber changed for one more holy, 
This bed

Sudan was torn by two great beasts
The first was war, the orphan weeps
The second beast; the famine cry
Of hungry man and starving child

Inside

Streets on Fire

Lupe Fiasco

Lupe Fiasco's The Cool [Explicit]

2009

say the rich have the cure
The rich say the poor are the source
Revolutionaries say it's psychological war
Invented by the press, just to have

You can't see me nigga
Fake friends fake friends
I don't need them niggas
Tell me what a nigga need you for
Better off rocking solo
You were my ace now

My hands to myself
Imma ridah I ain't never ran for no help
Kept that by the belt cause
Niggas will get to creepin
My niggas will grip them heaters

crazy there's another world on the other side of town
Pastor rollin' up in that Rolls
Pullin' up in that Holy Ghost
Preaching, while niggas dying by

offenses
No wars, gunpowder,
You don’t win by being louder
No debts, no money either
Nothing to divide us
One day I will go there too

Here comes the rain,

me count the ways that I can repent
trying to stay holy and focused
but that evil in his eyes let me know that nigga too bogus
that be my motive for

me count the ways that I can repent
trying to stay holy and focused
but that evil in his eyes let me know that nigga too bogus
that be my motive for

the fiddle for the fickle 
In a pickle as they're headed for the sickle 
It's a war zone - the battle is raging 
Between the Spirit and flesh, the flesh be

Spirit of God rain down
Spirit of God move on meh
Shekinah Glory fall
Fill up my life, come change mih
Eh, MD again
Outa Belize my friends
We got

Things that I've told you before
Now again I tell you repeatedly cos
Wars that we thought we had won
But we never knew the victory line was just

I wish this circumstance was holy
They said Jesus suffered by his lonely
But I know I'm not him
I know I'm not him

It was a natural disaster

the road we just steering the wheel
And we getting by for the most part
Lows are temporary one day we all depart
See the beauty in everything eyes of Mozart

Aq
On his feet again, bleeding on his hands and stay rocking
I woke up disgusted, mistrusting them all
My friends and my enemies, I bust at them all

can stop defeat

Holy bread of life
Broken for men
Oh what pain you feel
For my redemption

It was grace Devine
Which broke these chains of mine?

night
And I come here to training
And when I leave tonight
Ecoute, mon spectacle est fini some of you
Will stand by me for ever but some of you
May-be