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the sands of time, stampeded by a million broncos
Through the congo, beneath the cosmos, Priest the 5th apostle
I'm like Picasso, I paint a hot flow,
Now there is no condemnation, now there is no guilt or shame
For those who have been covered by the blood of Jesus
And now the words of our accuser
Now there is no condemnation, now there is no guilt or shame
For those who have been covered by the blood of Jesus
And now the words of our accuser
with
Empowered by the ancients bringing forth the statement
We're making statement after statement
Facts
Keeping our heads up without no face lift
Face
be defined
By those old things now past away
This year I’ll move self out God’s way
Holy hands in the air
Any worshippers here
Praising God for a New
a sigh that death threw
Taught myself and kept room
For my best, off the roof
Swung my hands, as her moods
Turned off day news
Turned off, they knew it's
copy-catters, dissimulate data
Or data ( ? )
Dispel, expel, terminate well
You lift the barbells but you're still Cottonelle
I'm causin heavy breathin,
copy-catters, dissimulate data
Or data ( ? )
Dispel, expel, terminate well
You lift the barbells but you're still Cottonelle
I'm causin heavy breathin,
So clap your hands and stomp your feet and shake those tambourines
Lift your voices to the sky tell me what you see.
I believe in music
I believe
So clap your hands and stomp your feet and shake those tambourines
Lift your voices to the sky tell me what you see.
I believe in music
I believe
So clap your hands and stomp your feet and shake those tambourines
Lift your voices to the sky tell me what you see.
I believe in music
I believe
it up
Feel that spirit let it fill your cup
Lift your hands up let it fill you up
Lift your hands up let it build you up
This is the year that you take
I have seen you i have looked into your eyes
I can tell now by the things you try to hide
You've been hurtin'
And there's a serious burden
Deep down
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
you’ll get hit
By me, not becausе it’s hot
Put your hand away to put your
Damn Spam in the fridge put it
Brew lots of green fluffy and muffy
And you wanna
So clap your hands and stomp your feet and shake those tambourines
Lift your voices to the sky tell me what you see.
I believe in music
I believe
So clap your hands and stomp your feet and shake those tambourines
Lift your voices to the sky tell me what you see.
I believe in music
I believe
So clap your hands and stomp your feet and shake those tambourines
Lift your voices to the sky tell me what you see.
I believe in music
I believe
So clap your hands and stomp your feet and shake those tambourines
Lift your voices to the sky tell me what you see.
I believe in music
I believe
crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst
Lift up your arms and give me your hand
Erase the bars and I'll help you stand
Stuck in a slump with nowhere to go
Put your arm in mine I'll lead you
Now now Squirrels, just take it step by step. That's what I tell my babies.
You lift one foot up Put it down
Then the other foot
Let it hit
And I might be starvin' but I'll lend a hand to those who stand, better not comply or you might just end up gettin' scanned
Or gettin' scammed, both in
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