Give heed, my heart, lift up thine eyes! What is it in that manger lies? Who is the Child so young and fair? The blessed Christ Child lieth there. My
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[1st movement:] The only love my heart approaches Your tender eyes fill mind with roses I drink your wine And never will my heart dry inside Or be denied
Baby mine, don't you cry Baby mine, dry your eyes Rest your head close to my heart Never to part, baby of mine Little one, when you play Pay no heed
' for that reflection, you sorta open I heed the call of the chosen, I don't play with your emotions Stop actin' so goddamn emotional I give you these
leery in sociology Let the wallabees always conceal my gynecology Rhymin' pathologically, that's how it gotta be Never makin' no apology, worshippin' my anthropology Fuck modesty, studyin' microbiology Causin' verbal lobotomy, it's in my
all my people in the front jam on it To all my people on the side jam on it So jam on it, say what? The sweet old beats my speech radiates I grab the mic my
on the rap The strength of my vibe placed Chubs on the map 'Cause authority, seniority goes far My staff gives autographs plus gives nuff laughs Read my mic, heed my
bitter attitude just 'cause she's sick of men But I'ma keep on callin', fightin' 'til the end On my knees 'til they bleed, to prove my love again I
fear this Turn my shit down every time they hear it P H D me, rapidly right in back of me Tackle me, them niggas make loot but only half of me My faculty
man's border Taliban style, blow his brains on the camcorder You can hear death in my voice, call it manslaughter Pistol whip the shit out this bitch, put my
laced Tryin' to find a place to recline, shine my face Under the sun where it's warm, runnin' with Pun 'til I'm gone That's word is bond on my moms
My stripes show like regiments, military intelligence Murder game, I leave no evidence, credentials Go ask my pre-school, even talk to my old principal
they trash y'all I ask y'all this fact y'all Unaired y'all, these cops y'all they scared y'all They fear y'all they hear y'all they hate y'all Less
promise made is a debt unpaid And the trail has its own stern code, In the days to come, though my lips were numb In my heart, how I cursed that load
, I ain't trying to hear it Buck, Buck, Buck, I'll give your ass a Holy Spirit Stressed full, try to avoid all impure thoughts, I am loosing my mind