Praise the Lord shit, our Father If I should die before I wake Fuck that, snap a nigga shit, smash him with the fifth Watch his body lift, shut his
, I could sense the presence Of one whose virtue shot through the very fibers of my being As I slowly turned, a glorious radiance consumed my eyes His
His Son and said, ?Let there be light? Let there be light We who are His have this calling To praise Him and make His name known So one day the presence
overcome through faith in religion One man has been blessed with vision, by god in his infinite wisdom so king George the second has generously bankrolled our glorious
his coming. Sweet Jesus have mercy on me. Sweet Jesus, they share his agony. Sweet Jesus, they share his misery. Fuck his loaded deity. * Over half
the shoutin', make it loud and Make His praise glorious, glorious I was created to make His praise glorious I was created to make His praise glorious, glorious
I'll play guitar to make the rent And you can make our family three I might not make a million dollars But a million dollars won't make me I'm looking
asleep And onwards she moved to where the crib lay She leant over the baby and started to pray She prayed for forgiveness for what she would do She prayed
the crib lay She leant over the baby and started to pray She prayed for forgiveness for what she would do She prayed that the knife in her hand would
a song of good cheer While riding off to glory in the spring of their years The patriot's dream still lives on today It makes mothers weep and it makes lovers pray
shouting Make it loud and make His praise Glorious glorious (VAMP) I was created To make Your praise glorious I was created To make Your praise glorious glorious
On his way from burning a Satanic synagogue Possessions and his captive slaves were part of his great booty He took them to the Emperor; he always did his duty! His
gang bangin, through the tri-state area Act up, my MFC niggas'll have to bury ya Ain't nuttin scarier, than a five-foot eight nigga Holding the big toast, make
?, politickin with his Ma Dukes Strugglin to scrape up cake, for his court date I felt like shit, I didn't come through Blue skies turned gray so I proceed to pray
for the final day Now see the man in legends veiled A wise, a brave, of fortune hailed Now hear the man and his flaming rhyme Divinely anthems for glorious
s hard to be a leader when the money has become your lover- I've discovered. Its hard to praise you when we also praise wealth and fame, we thank you
soul It's the wisdom the Father gives regeneratin my soul I'm sold on being soled that the glory is his I'm trippin that he would even make me 1 of his
