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Revival

Robin Mark

The Best of Revival Worship: Platinum Series

2006

the way of the Lord

Sure as gold is precious and the honey sweet
So you love this city and you love these streets
Every child out playing by their own

Her lines, you hate to be in between.
These lines are drawn, those are spelled out.
My lines are questioned by reasonable doubt.

Throw out a line

The Labyrinth of Ideals.

Once You Wanted To Be Saved,

Under The Flesh of The Dark god!!!



Perhaps You've Been Disappointed,

By The Number of Your Sentiments.

the flow (what) waiting for godot (what)
The Tallinn posse to the Stockholm crew
Gothenburg, Turku, you know how we do
A gangsta hit job from the Moscow mob

to motel to sleeping on the beach
drinking cheap wine laughing at you slurring your speech

Jehst:
Pop the cork fill a glass, Anthill Mob with the illest

that you love
Then you're struck down by a mob of screaming monkeys
Raining in, with bricks from above 

We'll remember the things that you have done

Everytime I sense that malice in you
I find myself pilloried
Underneath sinister skies

Every dull pretense made by you
In another senseless story
I just

Introduction:
We're The Cross Movement,
which is an alliance of (uh) born again believers in Jesus Christ
that are trusting God by His grace

Subdividing just as soon
Uncontrolled, the flash-mob uncontrolled
A flash-fire briefly fueled by rage or wrath
Oh, reality now dull
Oh, the image more beautiful

versus the occupation
Of mobs for Earth we wanna bring change but
Can't really change ourselves
In Hell we live no matter
How much wealth you got
Hope,

Všude kolem mě je kouř
Kush pack hoří pálim dope

1028 je můj squad, proplouváme tmou
Otis, Logic je se mnou hoes by chtěly cloud
Bitches všude kolem 'sou

(That's the sound, that's the sound)
That's the sound when we slidin'
On them fuck niggas
Got crossed out by my kin, I got trust issues
(For real) and you

laughs as you eternally rot
Young Baloff with the burgundy snot
You get surgically shot
Drive-by you in a cloud of that purpley pot
Can you see with your

around and squeal (might rat)
I'm coming by myself
Right in where you live (ya crib)
Im runnin right down why you with your kids
(fuck it) you gotta go

of stock
I'm vouched by kings, shoutouts to crew
The rowdy mob
So count the rings you're bowing to
More than a Saudi prince that's
Browsin' through an Audi

trying to cop it like constables
I got more than seven continents
Copying my content though
And you're content in your mama's home
Soon I been out by my

Yup! AOTP, JuJu Mob reef the Lost Cauze
Snowgoons, another classic
This for all you hatin'-ass bastards
This what I tell 'em nowadays yo, yo!

From

I'm a man on a mission, last line of defence
I will carry the shrapnel and common sense
No, I'm not on the fence

Can't you tell by the facts they

better
If only you could be better at just bein' bad

A disgrace to my fam'ly (Yep!)
Mocked by the mob (Uh-huh!)
'Cause I robbed a bank that had

that I do's about a buck
Or by the book
If it ain't the rich and famous
Y'all about afraid to look
If you don't trust in God, you're just a cog
Could be

on the toilet of a crack house
Spittin' verses at the cops
While they pat down
Runnin' by the moment like I'm
Livin' in the freestyle
It's like I'm shootin' every

VS1s, fuck a nightlife
Got demons in my eyesight
I done seen some niggas die twice
Duckin' them people, this that mob life
Word around town, he make shit

and do they biz
In Hoff-like, environment
Goth spikes, retirement moth dust, colodipen
Shook ones, try again my philosophy lingo
My wardrobe was forged by