[ Kitty ] Since my soul has been redeemed since from sin I may get gleamed I'm singing his praise along the way From my sins he sets me free when I'm
You are the first, You go before You are the last, Lord, You're the encore Your name's in lights for all to see The starry host declare Your glory Glory
Down at the cross, Where my savior died; Down where for cleansing from sin I cried, There to my heart was the blood applied; Singin.... GLORY TO HIS
and other Like what's good, what's poppin', what's crackin' What it is, how you livin', what's happenin' Work songs that the slaves sang back then The playground chants
of something smuggled in Pretty women funneled through valves and smoke Coy and bitchy, wild and fine And charging elephants and chanting slaving boats Charging, chanting
in the air He feasted on their lovely bodies like a lunatic And wrapped himself up in their soft yellow hair I can hear chants and incantations And
fate Know your master, Chant my name Cowards... Engulfed in ignorance Kneel before me and learn your fate Know your master, Chant my Name Release these
's now the time to begin your fate, when darkness falls, You will obey The gift of evil has come to thee, And as my servant chant with me..... "It's midnight
yourselves in power Angels fear resist nothing holds the storm Inform the grand master of Hades Storm the gates! Free from the pits of Hell Slaves
hear the haunting theronade like a chant through a timeless abyss or the cries from the wolves from the long lost woods moon-less nights caress her in
Enter a stage of bloody dismay Where beast and man are cast To be slain Chants from the mob Feeds their victims desires Without fail, the crowd is there
have cleansed ourselves by torment pain and anguish 9 days and 9 nights riding the storms of Raiden embracing the flames of Rinjin calling the dreams of Kappa Through Shinto chants
hip-hop lexicon That I acquired in the decade of work that people slept upon I don't rap, I recite the prayers of the inner soul Of the slave ships'
dim Ready for the sin Spirit and the breath from hell Smoke and chants released from Hades Tolling of the doom bell Christian slaves, sacrifices The
a sorry cot, left on the stairs of the cold stone; Damned to be scorned, in darkness, damned to be alone; Taken by the Church, his soul will be slave
't go away You can run religion on a football chant Or the other way around if that's what you want You can get anyone crawling through shit Skivvying their lives away, slaving
Free at last ( North american Slaves Spiritual Chant Gospel ) Julia Yasuda : Way down yonder in the graveyard walk I thank God I'm free at last Me