die I hear you breathin' but your heart no longer sounds strong But you kinda scared to die and so you hold on And you keep on blackin' out and your pulse is low
our traffic runs amain. By mountain pass or valley low, Wherever, Lord our brethren go, Protect them by Thy guarding hand From every peril on the land O Spirit
time, I'm not near rich We could let it drop or we could let it pop Make your decision 'fore I make my incision Head on collision, head-body division Spirit
strangers Invited to the inner sanctum of your chambers Low chain 'em as the enemies approach So raise your draw bridge and drown them in the moat And the spirit
hand grenade Soul stain blowing up in your own domain Firecrackers ooh and ahh but they never maintain Fire's burning, flames are dancing, don't burn the house down low
I don't believe I'll ever be clear this pain Walk like a ghost through the streets Soaked from the pouring rain And I won't ask your god for mercy My spirits are low
it Couldn't write it or spit it 'cause they couldn't fuck with it Then the Puff shit happened, the whole shit shifted Tribute to Biggie, God bless your spirit
me there too soon When the night is cold and you can't find anything And your will to survive's at an all time low The spirit will fly and return with
in the dance im gonna kick you up, When i run up in your house it's best you give it up, When im feelin low ridin gets me spirit up Niggas think they
starving all over the place while others were painting the town The public spirited boy became a public spirited
with no lyrics, your spirit's broke Sounds like you got a dick caught in your throat Huh, hit wood a takin you under a down low Shitting on your one
the heat of her blood Like it was the holy grail Descend beautiful spirit Into the evening pale Her appaloosa's Kickin' in the corral smelling rain There's a low
in me, and the freaks be getting with it Yes the fame is what they sweat But you came for me to entertain then I'll make you wet Meanwhile, got to keep a low
The audible probability probably ain't probable Supreme rap, G Rap, underground without a rule Shopper proof, holdin hip-hop for hostage, bout to shoot Helicopters stabilized at low
til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone To get by.. just to get by Just to get by, just to get by We commute to computers Spirits stay
-uh-oh *repeated 4X* [Mos Def] Visions occupy my synaptic's space Command and shake, to illustrate my mind's landscape The tall grass, the low plains
colors I feel like God just blessed me With two new brothers Cause' I look to the cross And I ask for proof of it To the father, to the son Holy spirit
music I'm like the works of a Judas Or does it when I hurt my movement While crooked lawyers gamble at the foot of my cross My spirit leaves to the hoods