Lyrics:
The Holy City Trumpet

a nigga flood the streets like New Orleans blow like trumpets snorting on the second line fuckin with that white bitch'll Have you on the bordeline penthouse in the city

th e city of God While in the spirit prayin' John turned around to see If the voice he had heard Was what it seemed to be Just like the many waters A great trumpet

nigga flood the streets like New Orleans blow like trumpets snorting on the second line fuckin with that white bitch'll Have you on the bordeline penthouse in the city

gather me completely in her sighing hands My dove my dove my lamb Born with ocean thunder underneath our veins Lonelier than cows left standing in the rain Holy

the great catastrophe That shall fall upon America for the sin of slavery You shall see the holy prophesies of Armageddon come to pass When you hear the angel Gabriel blow the mighty trumpet

the city of God While in the spirit prayin' John turned around to see If the voice he had heard Was what it seemed to be Just like the many waters A great trumpet

for whatever [Killah Priest] Singin our holy anthem Lampin with all my handsome grandsons Strong as Sampson, inside my gold mansion Built upon a hill, located over Israel The city