Let him kiss me with the virgins love thee Look not upon me because I am black. I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valleys As the lily among
the darkness we ride On a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ
the darkness we ride, on a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ
on our brothers We had a sentence of death within ourselves, but God gave comfort and grace and gave an escape A physical affliction is that of Christ
love, your love Only your love, your love, your love Verse 2 Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm Love me Lord you sho do I done lied and cheated and cheated and lied
pariahs through our veins. Sin and Hell our mainstay, forever to remain. O' to ye wicked ones, an ode of blood, a reaper's song, demons born of man's
me now Only God can judge me [Krayzie Bone:] Now that I'm dead and gone I finally got these niggaz up out of my business Death has severed all my friendships
: Up Calvary's mountain one dreadful morn Walked Christ my Savior, weary and worn Facing for sinners death on the cross That He might save them from
His and He is mine? Bought with the precious blood of Christ No guilt in life, no fear in death ?This is the power of Christ in me? From life?s first
the time has come The pagans are finally gone Jerusalem in Christian hands The Templars raise their banners Innozenz gives them their benediction Epic songs
razor-sharp You will fall in rank or try and hide Armageddon's motherfucking looming In your Christian nature to fucking die So greet death legion Great
and big chests How can I not flirt with death That's life's a nigga, long as life prevent us We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ forgive us Fuck it
: (feat. Da Ranjahz [Half Dead & Mais]) [Jay-Z] Come on...life...death...here...gone...Yo If I should die don't cry my niggas just ride my niggas bust
waitin room your favorite toon and baby cradles Gotta stay in Scripture pray it hits ya Cause on this rip death's an angel Sickenin as fake Christian
the wine Poet without a rhyme A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell One last perfect verse Is still the same old song Oh Christ how I hate
I got common sense Since I can't lose and I can't choose Then I'll come back to spit I got hit songs but I've been gone so long that I don't fit Knealed
it's a lonelier place [Royce] Listen, yo Little Royce Nickel Nine, eyes wide with sight With a future as bright as the light in the eyes of Christ Ready
