(C.Kirschner) Beat programmed by Prince Paul, Prince Pawl Music (BMI) Produced by Concetta and Curtis Curtis (BMI) Xtra Samples
Ah yo Santa let's get something clear I'm half Jewish I shouldn't even be talkin about this time of year But I'm near tears tryin to fund my record label
, Pull it Yea, yea Pull it, Pull it, Pull it Yea, yea Pull it, Pull it Go ahead and make my day Click clack away You got weapons of mass seduction If
and cilo, prepare like a scout I hold the burner on the delo In this age of idolatry, mad niggas worship u vanity If Five ?? you nigga maintain humanity - insanity Hope
day I could play it back But I don't even know if I believe it when I'm saying that Y'all starting to creep in, everyday it's just so gray and black Hope
Now the season, now the question Time to breathe a moment's grace For the hunter and the hunted Taking time to break the pace Are you hopeful? Are you
light And if we dance until the heart explodes It'll make this place ignite And even if this hall collapses I can stand by my pillar of hope It's just
into the worlds most largest And notorious projects, Queensbridge Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most Cowardest rappers He held a mass appeal
I spell evil backwards, I gotta live If money's the root to evil then fuck it, I'm an evil bastard You know that diesel acid when it reach the masses
ya do whateva like he say Then flip again, in the Land, got tha upperhand cause I got tha gripping good delay If you niggaz can dash, wit' tha lethal mass
survive on SSI They say America, it's the land of the free And home of the brave it's mass hysteria So bring your knees and hope we can fight and if bury
, the, the, the, the The, the, the, the, the (The world) The, the, the, the, the The, the, the, hope, the (The world) The, the, the, the, the The, the, the, hope
's only a graphic, the sky's computer blue There is a moral malfunction, what will the machine do to you They maliciously monopolize the mass Niggas sleep
Last palace, fast livin, Family Guy like Peter Griffin And my wallet is stuffed like turkeys at Thanksgiving I grind hard, my pockets full like Easter Mass
to an end hope will tumble down again The Lord will make them feel their sin and shame You can make the choice right now, trust in Christ our hope and
mass confusion A ship of fools adrift on the winds of our pollution Rudderless and powerless on the sea of our delusion And we're all alone hoping one
in the cards that way The masses of humanity have always, always had to suffer A door leading to, the gift of hope renewed, eternity for you The masses