that makes us strong - Freedom! Summoned to fulfil the human role - To grow! Hordes of dread Leave your throne. We're the Lords of creation, Human gods
"In the year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment
of the Lord; We're jammin' (jammin', jammin', jammin'), We're jammin' right straight from Yah. Yeh! Holy Mount Zion; Holy Mount Zion: Jah sitteth in Mount Zion And rules all creation
get together and feel all right I'm pleadin' to mankind! (One Love!) Oh, Lord! (One Heart) Wo-ooh Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel
get together and feel all right Hear the children cryin' (One love) Hear the children cryin' (One heart) Sayin', "Give thanks and praise to the Lord
your head up cause god is with you god is with you troubled world that i see everyday so beautiful god created me oooooo many people many places lord
child of the funky time Oh yeah my people have committed ugly crimes And in the process of me breaking free I have inherited a painful legacy I have even created
His love in these hard times "Well, we gotta get going", said the restless Lord to the Son "There are galaxies yet to be born, creation is never done
for 2.7 million And we estimate the universe about 13 to 14 billion When all these numbers tumble into your imagination Consider that the Lord was there before creation
I'm 'bout to set this off, like this Hip-hoppers, check it Another MC lose his life tonight, Lord I beg that you pray to Jesus Christ, why? Oh Lord,
angels O come let us adore him, (x3) Christ the lord. God of gods, light of light, Lo, he abhors not the virgin's womb; Very god, begotten not created
the players No diggity, no doubt Play on play that Play on play that Yo Dre drop the verse It's going down fad to Blackstreet The homeys got abby collar creations
Play on playette Play on playette Yo Dre, drop the verse (Dr Dre) It's going down, face the Blackstreet The homies got me, collab' creations
The rest of the fam/ Demonous the winds, Abraham brang some of the Jinn/ Timothy, so broken, and all of the candles we born into sin/ I thank the light created
the game but I can't seem to get it on track And I keep runnin? away the ones that say they love me the most How could I create the distance when it'
my papi" Back in the days of Bobby McFerrin Used to sing, "Don't worry, be happy" Lord how can I be happy When I don't even know my own family tree Lord
exclusive, so pardon me As I get on my Posdu new shit You know them stakes is high I cant relate to guys That create disguise is Exaggerate how great
