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glad and golden hours
come swiftly on the wing.
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!

For lo!, the days are hastening on,
By prophet

the sound of this
Guy on stand by jay-Z's half the reason why
Poor poets are held at bay
Lyrics sharp as a ginsu for you
And other people to sway
Back

my breast a thousand pangs
That lash me into madness. Horrid thought!
My only daughter! So dear a child,
Doom'd by a father! Yes, the vow is past,

stay alive
detained only by hope
around their necks like rope.

I'll scar your neck with fangs
and make you sing in tongues
a thousand saddest songs.

Rappers' Ball

E-40

Tha Hall of Game

1996

cheesy like us main!
They ain't havin no raveez!
Shit.
Haha you know us.
Where K-Ceeezi at man?  Tell him sing that shit.
Lace dem fools or something.

1 Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
tune my heart to sing thy grace;
streams of mercy, never ceasing,
call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me

O that I had a thousand voices
To praise my God with thousand tongues
My heart, which in the Lord rejoices
Would then proclaim in grateful song

Rapper's Ball

E-40

Rappers Ball

1996

For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes 
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy 
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy 

Chorus

cheesy like us main!
They ain't havin no raveez!
Shit.
Haha you know us.
Where K-Ceeezi at man?  Tell him sing that shit.
Lace dem fools or something.

heart
Cos ten thousand tongues are not enough for me
To say to You just what You mean to me
You're amazing

The beauty of Your creation tells of Your

Come Thou fount of ev'ry blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some

Steal the Show

Nelly

Country Grammar

2000

moves to make, transactions to handshakes
Drugs for papes, now I'm sellin' CDs and tapes
Funerals and wakes caused by greed and hate
A snake is still

seen
Are you really not the one for me
Or maybe I'm in too deep
In love so I can not see
Ahn o ahnn oh oh oh oh
You you
You make my heart sing for
You

tears.
I scream with the rule of Gehenna.
Exhumed for a thousand years.

Lost in incessant torture.
Walking death, servant to man.

Drawing pain from

To the more dreadful solitude of heart

With tongues of honeyed thorns
They awoke me
Leprous mouths of dwindling faith
They invoked me

Ten thousand winters

disabled
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly—doctor-like—controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall’d simplicity,
And captive good attending

Look, now, for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing
O rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing!

For lo! the days are hastening

and change my life
Create in me a clean heart o Lord
Renew o God a right spirit within me
Restore in me the joy of Your salvation
Lift me up by Your spirit

a grand and three hundred
For my beat machine, my body, I keep it clean
By eating vegetables, while you claim indestructible
I made 'em feel

we leave
Wealth, pleasure, fame, for Thee alone
To Thee our will, soul, flesh we give
O take, O seal them for Thine own
Thou art our God Thou art our

melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
Praise the mount I'm fixed upon it
Mount of Your unchanging love
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm

glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing.
Oh, rest beside the weary road,
cnd hear the angels sing!
For lo! the days are hast'ning on,
By prophet

nono
If i have a Thousand tongues
Sebi it would not be enough for you o ye

Kima yo sese, koma lo bi shekere
Shekere ko ma dun sebele
Bere ko ma lo gun

On-ward we go, for still we hear them sing-ing:
“Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come;”
And through the dark, its ech-oes sweet-ly ring-ing,