Lyrics:
a minute Jim
You know he's lyin' I've been livin' here all of my life
I'm a faithfull follower of Brother John Burch
And I belong to the Antioch Baptist
a minute Jim
You know he's lyin' I've been livin' here all of my life
I'm a faithfull follower of Brother John Burch
And I belong to the Antioch Baptist
Don't know what I did next all I know, I couldn't stop
Word got around to the barflies and the Baptists
My mama's phone started ringin' off the hook
the leopardskin upholstery
He trundled along to Paramount
To hand Cecil B our hopeless opus
My work was over i was feeling no pain
Locked up like John the Baptist
(Ooh) mm, come on
John the Baptist was a martyr
But he stirred up Herod's hate
And Salome got her wish
To have him served up on a plate
I said
Jerusalem moan?
Well a hard-shell preacher you can tell him how he do
Well he chews his own tobacco and he drinks his own brew.
Well a Baptist preacher you
the lilies of the field
Or Caruso in his prime
Yes, the king of them all was Enrico
Whose singular chest could rival
A hundred fervent Baptists
Giving forth
To the River of Jordan our Savior went one day
And we read that John the Baptist met Him there
And when John baptized Jesus in Jordan's rushing
the Baptist chant chant
I want the whole a we fe chant chant.
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Some people say he was a Baptist others say he was a Jew
But the Holy Bible tells us that he was a preacher too
You've got to walk...
when?
Unlike the Baptist he has kept his head
I said vank!
William Gordon and Paul Bogle led
A rebellion cause they used their heads
But had their
Here comes a Baptist, here comes a Jew
There goes a Mormon and a Muslim too
I see a Buddhist and a Hindu
I see a Catholic and I see you
We're
Dark sunglasses
And that next morning, sitting in the back pew
Praying with the Baptist
She could hear those church bells ringing, ringing
And up
the clouds
Baptist preacher get your prayer book out
Somebody's got to end this drought
Cattle rancher watch the skies all day
Sun is shining but you can't
and to testify
About prophecy
Everyone ah who see I, everyone ask I
Why am I a Rastaman?
John the Baptist, Marcus Garvey and Christ
They was a Rastaman
a shelter made of poles
With a roof of hay
Well, it wasn't just a Baptist or
The Church of the Nazarene
For the people of all faiths
Came there to pray
that lonesome valley
He had to walk it by himself
Nobody else could walk it for him
He had to walk it by himself
Now John, they say, he was a Baptist
bitch, I'm talking big
I'm talking big, bitch, I'm talking big
We do it big bitch, we do it big
I'm into fashion, nigga, John the Baptist
My loyalty
couches
Blowin' that smoke on Saturday night
A little messed up, but we're all alright
Baptist church parkin' lot, tryin' not to get caught
Take her
And the choirs kept singing of freedom
That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun
And Addie Mae Collins, her number was one
At an old Baptist church there was
today
Bought by the high school teacher
Sold it to a baptist preacher
Who couldn't pay his taxes
Cause his flock had gone astray
So the banker
with good work missionary baptist church
Now I seen yo' video, you won't come and be doin that mess in my church
Get yo hand off me
Order in
the status, of a modern day John Baptist
I'm preachin' just what I practice
To each and all, I got a word from the Beach to acros the globe
Man woman young
name is
Big Snoop Boss Dogg just a block and a phone call away
I've reached the status, of a modern day John Baptist
I'm preachin' just what I practice
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