Lyrics:
The Heavens Are Telling Creation

spot With one shot, one whole city becomes rocked The clash rages on, people remain calm Good, bad, all in the balance, you going mad You can never tell, heaven

Funk is my mother, George is my father Obsessed with creating another author Now I remember back when everything was On the One (Nah, they couldn't get

Well, here's a little story I got to tell About my Father up in Heaven whom you know so well But let me start off by settin' the record straight from

is but a boy of ten! "Tell me son, what is thy name" "Ouodo" My throat tightened from this just reward A bond had been created from the dust of the

his cross hanging around your neck With blood from never concluded lives The symbol of spiritual lobotomy tells You're a slave to repeated lies Each man has created his own heaven

untouchable The Lou, untouchable Our girl Drew, untouchable Everywhere we go Our mates, untouchable What we create, untouchable Ya'll late, untouchable Please try not to hate It'd be a waste, for heaven

which I churn Stupid, you could say these masculine thoughts are homosexual 'Cause they blow heads like that dead clothes designer All men were created equal, Emcees are

are cast with eternal fate Share your love Life is short, sometimes hell Empty hearts full with sin We are doomed the message will tell Share your love

for me And the reason is clear, it's because you are here You're the nearest thing to Heaven that I've seen I'm on the top of the world looking down on creation