for church to fly God's building a church (and I'm so glad that...) Chorus: God's building a church It's gonna march like a mighty army man God's building
we will rejoice We'll build an army that the evil cannot break So hide the maides fair We'll spike the tyras lair He is an insult on the world of which
, these shit never ends sawed off and We building a single army and liquor an singers we killin we thrillin an pillin scibby dip hib da break bread an
doum! The doum of the dhol Taking its toll Null and void is what you've become An underground army with my brothers and sisters Hand to hand fighting Building
I lost my job and joined the army To get an education And I most surely did Wanted to have some kinda steady job Lead a decent life Support me and my
my love is hate I am the politician, and I decide your fate I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight I speak of great heroic days, of
of privilege They've learnt the ropes In Ireland, engaged in civil war Fighting for the ruling classes in their battle against the poor So Ireland's just an island? It's an
an all out nuclear war Would destroy all life on planet Earth. * We are not talking fantasy, Nor preaching doom. We are talking of an existing reality
marathons A long haul, we're built for this It's proven, every year, more people cop our shit The point I'm getting at, we're building an army Couldn
a grenade I'd never sell out to B2K Gotta love the way the industry be holdin' me back I'm the rebellious leader of the army brigade Ain't a nigga that
Bull Bay Di Man Tun Whey Him Build A Di Bobo Camp & Everyone Was Welcome Outa Marcus Garvey A Tun Him Eyes Pon Kingston Whey Him Build Di Bobo Camp &
in the risk that I resisted The first composition I ever composed Triggered a conscience spark probe that the mystic had enclosed I fold in an agonizing
So we document the crazy lifestyles of the scarred homies We psycho Mexicans, that?s how we roll in cliques only And got an arsenal to go against your sick army
high pitch Maybe we can reach alqueda through my speech Let the president answer a higher anarchy Strap him with an Ak-47, let him go, fight his own
getting mad, with what I look at and read Logic: I just met a couple elders that ???. Lowkey: My dad told me joining an army would be good for the
lies all my love is hate I am the politician and I decide your fate I march before a martiant world an army for the fight I speak of great heroic days
bold. Fight a superior force for high society. Sheltered behind the walls, Holding the riches that forever could be lost. Outside the city gates The peasant army fights