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
purin' it's own mind Legal extortion, blown out of proportion In vein deceit, the truth is obsolete Only two positions, victimizer or victim Both end up in destruction trusting this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
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
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
pearl in your oyster Head on my chest, a silent smile A private kind of happiness You see, giant proclamations Are all very well But our love is louder than words
skull of my grandfather, and the skull of my great grandfather, whom I never knew. And so on this line unto the alpha and omega point at infinity. With my eye - this fire, this
of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our
Stephen Hawkings I know God is in my radius I can see him walking in the face of an innocent baby but not when preacher?s talking my people sleep in
