sense of senseless death Is it really a wonder that the ones who drop the bombs Take guidance from a gospel soaked in holy napalm And does it really
you sure, are you holy, are you pure I can tell you tales you just might not believe One night in the city, one night looking pretty One night in the city
mama saying it will be OK Spilt my blood, in the Holy City Seen the flood of a thousand rains I ran away from the Holy City Heard the spirits in the steeple
promise would you swear to keep me honest when I'm broke in the holy city again in the holy city again and I'm broke down in the holy city again singing
forever And let the world proclaim Holy is Your name You are my creator I'm gonna sing to you forever And let the world proclaim Holy is Your name Yeah, holy
walk up In a country where sharing my faith may get me shot up Anywhere I go, whether my city or far abroad, I just wanna show them Jesus Christ the risen holy
: My City, My City, My City My City, My City, My City My City, My City, My City My City, My City, My City Let me tell you bout my city Lord homie, As
this place, the players go in fast I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion [Chorus: J. Phoenix + (Nas)] Every corner, every city There
And still down to die for all my souljas Like hillbillies, they don't fear me So refuse bringin war to the city With each breath, death before dishonor
Killuminati Style Makaveli the Don Solo shit Bring It Allow me to introduce first Makaveli the Don Sprits, Spurting, Spiritual, Lyrics Like the Holy
this is how they made me. Scarred but still breathin. Believe in me and you could see the victory. A warrior with jewels. Can you picture me? Life of and outlaw. Chorus repeats City
The lips of the righteous teach many, But fools die for want of wisdom. The rich man's wealth is in his city; The righteous' wealth is in his Holy Place
show Sometimes you never know Meet up all my thugs til 10 o clock [? ] And then we go [? ] And then it's on the next city thugs Changin all [? ] one
Like those other holy men No, God's favorite prophet was All-American I'm gonna take you back to Biblical times: 1823. An American man named Joe living on a farm in the holy
in Jungleland The midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night They'll meet `neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city
heritage Chosen by foe to accomplish a holy task Bearer of pain, Bearer of pain Lighten the burdens of woe Bearer of pain, Bearer of pain Heal the wounds of the city
to be found Forged by the mighty Admired by the great Once blessed by the holy Protected by fate Announcing the twilight The wrath of the Gods The city