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And bow to no one
A rising song that set aflame
The hearts of men who once feared my name
Into a world that I create
Led away are the small and the great

raised by them scriptures yea
I was raised by them sisters yea
I was raise by a few men yea that told me to go the distance yea
I was raised in the village

Kill the Messenger

Aesop Rock

Bazooka Tooth

2003

like bee gee on some "where the hells my freebie?"
To clamp war stupid.
No land lords or super.
No hands.
Water no ice cubes Rubik, no plans.
No

to Jah Jah to receive his soul, well

Gunshot, another one
He didn't want to live by the gun
Lord, they say he's a rebel in the streets
My little

Unspoken Word

RZA

RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo

1998

team is a magazine of M-16's 

But we calmly, defeat your army, by blowin steam 

Noisy as a thousand barkin dogs, rap's sweat hogs 

Welcome back

I am back from up the country
Very sorry that I went
Seeking for the southern poets' land
Whereon to pitch my tent;
I have lost a lot of idols
Which

Listen
God! Please
Pay some attention!
Can you make sense of these ramblings
My groans and cries I'd been pouring
Every morning
You'll hear me
Every

taking

Shepherds watching over their flocks at night
Got told about Jesus by the angels
What a sight
Hark the herald, the angels sang
When Jesus was born,

never gon rest
My 16's be like a quest
Better sit back and prepare for my address
Collaborated, by the Southside V-E T
Singing off always, R-ID-G
E-M-O-N

Hallelujah

Then came the Shepherd 
He praised the King 
Saying « Thank you, I heard 
My sheep stopped begging » 

So the three men sit 
As lords of lies

knees to pray
Give thanks to the Father on the first Christmas Day.

They say there were angels singing their praise,
Then called to the shepherds in

Every Time We Come Around

Jadakiss

I Changed a Lot

2015

religious, these shots'll make your shirt holey
Say please lord, forgive a nigga, actin' up like Ben Stiller
Jewelry on me so fuckin' cold, I gotta wear it

you want bout my music
Nigga I know am opening doors
Cause where am from they don't listen to rap
But right now they listening to me by force
Everything

Don't involve my name with no mix-up
Pole on my waist, got my 'ting tucked
Have your mum putting flower by
Your grave while pouring
That liquor like she

to Bethlehem, expecting child, they searched the inn
To find a place for my Lord coming soon
There was no room for them to stay
So in a manger filled with hay

to fans
Con see the boy don advance
Not by chance no be jazz
But the work of thy hands
Lord thy hands,lord thy hands,lord thy hands

BRIDGE: Blessings

Dear Lord, I pray that You forgive me of my sins
I repent from my fleshy ways and desires
And I turn to You and I look to You for my salvation
Show

hoping jiga will co-sign 
My guys said they wana chill at the beach side 
Oh lord please let this son(sun) of a bitch(beach) shine 

Grown men rapin stupid

flock by night
The angel of the Lord came down
Fear not  said he
Glad tidings I bring

Repeat bells are ringing
Repeat bells are ringing
Hark the herald

Three shepherds washed their cock by night
They were preparing a chicken piccata
But deep inside their souls did thirst
And they couldn't push on any

The shepherds came
As the angels told them
Three wise men also
Led by a star
All knelt before
The heavenly babe
Our dear lord Jesus
In a manger he lay
Like them I

Praise be to the Lord of the Firmament
Fuck the world as You see fit

Let the black waters ejaculate forth
Carry us away into another cull
All that

Truth Is

Pete Rock

Soul Survivor II

2004

the stressin
The aggression, the look of no hope on me and my niggaz faces
Like the lord overlooked us when he handed down his graces
You see embraces, fall

Adeste Fideles

The Monochrome Set

Love Zombies

1981

Sacred body, wan and worn
Bruised and mangled, scourged and torn
By thy passion, kiss divine
Fill my heart and make it thine

Purest victim,