scares me the most Its when I think I see a ghost And I thought I saw you last night Threw salt over my shoulder I knocked on wood Dont step on cracks
more essays Than motorcade police parades through East LA More beef then deli's, thus, what I vent is just What you lust to vent is irrele' Huh, Hallelujah
Jesus Christ, I'm here to die and bleed on the mike get crucified and come back to life. hallelujah, how you doin? now that your girlfriend want to screw
house God is in the house No cause for worry now God is in the house Moral sneaks in the White House Computer geeks in the school house Drug freaks in the crack
is me Not the X but next generation of several men of God Taking it to another level Devil what's up? Is this a joke or what? Steady hoping you can crack
grill in stitches, get buried inside a ditch in your briefs Life is enslavement and suffering, crazy snuffings, attacks Overdosing like David Ruffin, craving, puffing some crack
Hallelujah, we can finally see How the bitterness was bruising on our skin We didn't notice that grace had run so thin Till we're falling apart and the cracks
if I?m the only one to see there?s more to this What if we have just begun to scratch the surface Hallelujah, hallelujah Hallelujah, hallelujah Hallelujah, hallelujah Hallelujah, hallelujah
for better change the ground it crumbles cracks and shakes Underfoot the bugs and snakes they carry us, they carry us away from here And underground it?s happy deep where you go down Oh, hallelujah
until he had fits and slapped His own face and talked in tongues (talks in tongues) at the dinner Table. OH, SWEET JESUS CHRIST! INABELL IS FINALLY DEAD! HALLELUJAH! HALLELUJAH
Sunday mornin' was a fight I was runnun' from a clip-on tie It took Daddy's belt to get me into my Sunday best Lord's Supper would go on past Cracker
[Intro: Bishop Lamont - talking] Jeah! We tapin'? Hallelujah. We tapin'. We tapin' the crowd man Wanna say 'What up? ' to the N.C. namean? Little Brother
on my shoulders but I roll back ya boulders Words have a funny way of comin back to scold ya Watch what come out of your mouth, you crack a molar I tried
s than motorcade police parades through East L.A. More beef then deli's, thus what I vent is just What you lust to vent is irrele' Huh, hallelujah, Pharoahe
Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money makers Club niggaz, Magic City and them Southern playas I never said I was a gangsta but I will do ya So Hallelujah, Hallelujah
takes a second to say it NO meanin No NO contest NO stress NO guessin NO body guards NO question NO comeback stories NO corny Choruses No glories NO hallelujahs