This is the Word of the Lord. Prepare. He Is Coming. Prepare. The King Is Coming. Hear the Saints March
on sight They wouldn't took time to ask Word The rollers gave chase at a serious speed One more conviction was all I need This shit was for real This
lifetime of trouble A sobbing chant comes from her throat and splits the morning air The single son she had last night is buried under her They say that the war is
is good You invite me out to eat it, I should Go, but I'm feeling kind of nervous And not quite myself So I'm running late on purpose And I know this
hatred Use your head If the needle is wise be the thread And weave ancestral wisdom, yours by birth Spreading the Lords word over this broad earth This is
purin' it's own mind Legal extortion, blown out of proportion In vein deceit, the truth is obsolete Only two positions, victimizer or victim Both end up in destruction trusting this
and I know this won't help How things have become between us But if I go, you'll give me hell And that I don't know how to fix it is making me unwell,
is? What it is? What it is? You know, they know What it is? We know, y'all know What is is? Ecstatic, there it is What it is? You know, we know What
speak the real the way I feel How come we call bitches hoes and you call us nigeros? They want to do me like they did stacks What is this young black
same old thought Should he tell her, should he not He felt her presence everywhere Whatever comes between us Don?t let it stand in your way This is what
eats and sleeps and shits and breeds And if I keep my feelings stum Hard luck, bibo ergo sum Just trying to do the best I can Is a giant leap for this
This is paradise We've rediscovered the long-lost art of dying Only to lonely resent angels for flying Addicted, afraid to take control of my own life This is
some money? The ice cream man is coming Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe Even caramel sundaes is
vase of him Blaze 'em, he actin like Shallah raisin him This is hydrogen, son ain't live as him He like Maguyver, chin 4 spies with him Roll relentless, desert that he hold is