night is all for hire And I can??° tell a shooting star from a bird on fire Tombstone, Tombstone Tombstone, Tombstone There??? a pump organ that lives
blazin' angel, known for raisin hell, And we don't plan on changin'. [Chorus:] New breed, full blooded thoroughbreds. Organized, don't kill without
't hear a sound to the first ?treat? ?Deaf to the ocean swelled?, washed up a miracle A Beautiful yours, a beautiful mine By the grace of fire, out sprouts
We will take you back some fifteen billion years to the beginning of time. Verse (Chali 2na) Yo! From a drop of blood to bones and body parts To vital organs
situations against nations we organize like maces got killers patiently waitin different places you facing the yellow taping and federal x with graces
vindicated last year, as you no doubt recall, when, for the first time in history, in a nation-wide poll the gall- Er was voted among the top ten organs
everywhere The guests are waitin? with sweet anticipation As I look down the aisle The preacher starts to smile Church bells are ringin? and the organ
carry me? I'd like to be someone you could finally learn to love again Made our iron bed side cold as graves so we stoke the organs that may comfort grace
wisdom Of the night is all for hire And I can't tell a shooting star from a bird on fire Tombstone, tombstone There's a pump organ lives on air
, time and place to invade the empty space I'm a profectionist, I never pressure the pen space But I wouldn't be amazing without God's Amazing Grace I
coke that'll heal a sick soon as it get in they nostrils A Dros Trios, bring the organs on ya A 40-Caliber'll turn ya to a organ donor And a day or two
church bells ringing endlessly The bride and groom are hand in hand And everything goes as it's planned Parents smile, the priest chokes up Organ plays Amazing Grace
explanation, yea I made man out of dirt. Ras Kass: But how can a man be first, when its the woman that's giving birth? God: Listen, single-celled organisms
see, and I can't breath But fuck it I'm like fuck it so fuck it I'll never leave I'm probably gonna live to be the oldest MC To ever grace the stage or
Placing a smile at the perfect event Gracing your skin with the side of my hand If I ever leave, I could learn to miss you But sentimental boy as my nom
Just organize and centralize my people Because Babylon have instilled malicious And grudged upon my people, yuh know Yuh see the dutty lifestyle, the
marriage, ban marriage The minister was drunk and high from His rewrite of holy verse with more lies But the organist she played With a tenacity and grace
one really knew him like I did, While he starts playing the piano, (? ) was a preacher, Every night at church we had to go, Mother always playing on the organ
