Lyrics:
Lift Up Your Hands To God

s our unholy mess Gathering its long white dress And marching down aisle to marry this Matrimonial future bliss Kiss the tide and hope it doesn't lift up your

were tremblin' when they heard a man exclaim, "Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame." But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand

when your dark past won't seem to go away, help me say, you can Stand, God is right by your side, and He will make everything all right so, if you can (lift your hands

of this rap terrorist with a therapist With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled up his pants Got a habit of holding Tylenol in his hands Till it

some muthafuckin' collard greens Burn one, smoke some, who got tha blunts, blazin' one Lift it in ya hand, then raise 'em up, light 'em up, take a puff

a kuna matata, feet up sipping java strolling up the totem poll, what's my only problem scrolling through my Rolodex, who show up my toddler so many hands

this shit'll end up Spit a round, lift your chin up, you get hit, ten down and ten up (what?) I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent

band plays like a jungle fire Circus town's on the live wire And the strong man Samson lifts the midget, little Tiny Tim, up on his shoulders, way up

I don' fucked mo' than Big Daddy Kane in '88 So tell your man to get back If the dogs with me, they obedient I lift a finger up from my hand they attackin