blood ran like wine, 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
: Ice Cube: Attention all parents! Report to your local therapist! Report to your local church! Report to your local police department! It's goin' down
live for beer and speed now want their fries and coke cursing and flipping birds are not allowed, in fact let's keep noise levels down must separate the church
sang for peace He begged for freedom, hanged wit wild Jamicians From Kingston, who drink Irish Malts Listenin to Peter Winston, Machintosh Lightning hits the top of the church
the noise Preachers touching on altar boys Sodomizing not realizing God is watching before the Lord How can they do the devil's work? A man giving another man head in church
: Out in the country, Far from all the soot and noise of the city, There's a village green. It's been a long time Since I last set eyes on the church
dem niggaz down On land and 80 somethin, (TECH N9NE!) Them drug dealers, who think they know where evil lurks now Whos that commiting sexual acts on church
in my palm I watch the sea creep round the corner It connects the dots from here to you The sunlight burning through the loose flags Painted high on white church
: Neighbor called my landlord She said that she was pissed Up all night making noise And she cant get no rest She said we was running a flop house Full
shake babies I make the medic hurt Fuck a producer too Them faggots is fuck boys I should rap over the Brinks truck backin' up noise The city's in an
me, the killer that lurk in the dark Tear up ya goddamn hood, from the church to the park Grooooom, motherfucker, you hear that noise You better run
together upon it and see whether your lot or mine is most desirable. ' So he took me thro' a stable & thro' a church & down into the church vault. At
created equal. Here's the church, here's the steeple Please stay tuned--we cut to sequel Ashes, ashes, we all fall down. Broadcast me a joyful noise
Most don't mess with a guy like me 'Cause guys like me drink too many beers on Friday after work Our best blue jeans have Skoal rings, we wear our boots to church
Framed up baby know her place Slippery salmon all over her face Browsing down through the mirrored hall See Arizona standing ten feet tall Her father
Most don't mess with a guy like me (Chorus) 'Cause guys like me drink too many beers on Friday after work Our best blue jeans have skoal rings We wear our boots to church
tired, tired of all the games and lies I'm tired, tired of phony alibis I'm tired, tired of praying that it works I'm tired, even tired of goin' to church
contain me From the man that I cannot keep From my mother who haunts me, even though she's gone From my daughter that never sleeps I ran from the noise