People has stirred moved by the word. Kneel at the shrine, deceived by the wine. How was the earth conceived? infinite space. Is there such a place? you
friend (Who's him?) I mean them, they was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too They had real grenade bombs inside of their palms And a whole
particular topic Type shit that can't be bitten so stop it Type shit that can't be re-written on copy By Kinko, Kodak, Fuji films Kin-folk know that groovy hymns
getting scary I'll freak you like Carrie on the night of the prom Let's keep it cool and calm, I'll start stroking your palm Work my way up your arm
statement I spit street stories 'til I taste the pavement Tryin' to stay out the pen while we face enslavement Had a foolproof hustle 'til they traced the payments I was grippin' my palm
With her while she withers away In a mangelwurze for the cattle Washing for the battle hymn to hurry up and hold on Slaughter is to you a manicure her nails on impaled palms
you cling to. Observe how a queen do. And I remain calm readin the 73 Psalm. 'Cause wit all this on I got the word in palm. You can get the money. You
the TV And what do I see? A pageantry of empty gestures All lined up for me, wow I?d have thought by now We would be ready to proceed But a tearful hymn
barbershop. Lyrics rushing like wind like when the Spirit of God was dropped. I can see them sisters in the salon. Puttin' The Thesis on with some grease in her palm
, secure the area, my la familia is ultimate superior we don't jack cars we jack for aircraft carriers I bounce like trampolines, when I be blowing the fiends to pieces hymn
life familiar is ultimate superior We don't don't jack cars we jack for air craft carriers I bounce like trampolines when I be blowing the feces to pieces Hymn
area, my life familiar Is ultimate superior we don't dont jack cars We jack for air craft carriers I bounce like trampolines, when I be blowing the feces to pieces Hymn
to Observe how a Queen do And now I remain calm Readin' the seventy third psalm 'Cause with all this going on I got the world in my palm Now you could
Wougie Bader Went down to the Animal Farm. Dug in for the poor, They heard stories from the war. And explaimed about the boil on his palm. Napoleon
bonds lifted to tenebrific posture... The secret Window captured by movements... Absorbed! ...Energumen flow, compounds my hands. Aetos! I sway the synergy... Energenates my palms
And giving you future insight Is it the dude or the woman that's reading your hand Or reading your palm-who's your teacher You been reading the Psalms Learning some hymns
keeps my feet warm But a cold head when it's code red in the streetzone Stockholm, a modern day city symphony The dying Mother Nature once sang this hymn
s him?) I mean them They was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too They had real grenade bombs inside of their palms And a whole bunch of guns