we love and the Holy Ground once more. Fine girl you are! You're the girl I do adore, And still I live in hopes to see the Holy Ground once more. Fine
girls we love and the Holy Ground once more. Fine girl you are! You're the girl I do adore, And still I live in hopes to see the Holy Ground once more
dead on the ground like you cowards got me Until I heard the engine of my man's Kawasaki I raised off the ground mad cocky He shot past it and snatched
: Here I stand, head on shoulders, Feet not on the ground High above lotus flowers Falling all around Well what it is this, that I see? I've opened up
close your eyes, count till ten and see the sunrise rise gliding high into the sky By the holy mansion, let the guardian rise upon the finger of the king on high
of promises Begin to rupture Like the pockets Of the new world kings Like swollen stomachs In Appalachia It's the priests that fuck you As they whisper holy
rap thing into a holy war, holiday, cut your arm off and take the Rollie off Let me slow down on the violence (slow down) fly high but the dutch masters
on the ground like you cowards got me Until I heard the engine of my man's Kawasaki I raised off the ground mad cocky He shot past it and snatched my
Three Sixty measurements chrome rims, new timbs Exotic chains with red gems real estate corporation mind state Prosperity dealin' with the highest of integrity steadily Wall street bound walkin' on Holy ground
waves with Three Sixty measurements chrome rims, new timbs exotic chains with red gems real estate corporation mindstate prosperity dealin' with the highest of integrity steadily, wall street bound walkin' on Holy ground
molecule But I have all the energy I can take for now Holy floating, we're holy floating, holy floating Holy shit, I think I'd rather be on the ground
bleeding hour, where all your sins in pain will leave the veils of mind to set you free. the birth of a king: i dropped my mask on to the ground of
a bleeding hour, where all your sins in pain will leave the veils of mind to set you free.' [The birth of a king:] I dropped my mask on to the ground
what you feel and see Delusions of reality The mirror of your dreams Hold you ground And I'll show you the way Now hold your head up high High above
on Black devil... if you could only speak... black devil What do you see when you're looking at me? When I look around, this church on holy ground
, lifting high, the holy standard Occupy, occupy 'Til our Captain marches in He shall return with the armies of the Lord The king of kings, in vengeance
Moon at dawn, high above the horizon Wind is calm, sun is slowly rising Clouds will form, hide the blazing star Mighty winds bring the coming storm Gather
throne, let the earth rejoice Cause He is holy, I will lift my voice He made the heavens, He made the sea And out of the dust of the ground made you and
