Lyrics:
mots, tes tabernacles et ta langue d'ici
L'escampette et la poudre et la fille de l'air
Montre-moi tes édens, montre-moi tes enfers
Tes nord et puis
Let your glory fill this place
Let your all-consuming fire, fill this tabernacle
Purify our hearts
Surround us in this place
And breathe new life
pas que j'ai pas de la peine.
Tu sais je t'aime en tabernacle,
Mais un cul-d'sac, c’est un cul-d'sac.
REFRAIN
On s'est cassé la tête,
En tabernacle
Cocky
Tabernacle
We got them pounds whole lot of weed
We got them pounds whole lot of weed
We got them pounds whole lot of weed Money
We got them
tackle
Jungle light the candle
Tabernacle
Been in tabernacle
Once in our shackle
& we build tabernacle
Rastafari
Rastafari
In a Natty Dred
broke my shackles tabernacle in my soul
So I count my blessings
Woke up this morning with a smile on my face
I gotta count my blessings
Through the rain
when it's wrapped up and said and done
Lend the keys into the chapel and the tabernacle I'm a paladin inserted I will die unsung
Rake it in pay to win
In Your presence fully loved
What a God to dwell in us
Eternally
Far and wide
Temple walls they will collide
Tabernacle put inside
No eyes can see
Devour the meek, be dyin' on the 'book live
You won't make it 'til equality come
The tabernacles filled with mothers and sons
They prayin' for us,
your censor
I will be your tabernacle
If you will be my art
I will be your body
If you will be my heart
I wanna watch the darkness run
I wanna step like
baba bottle
Buss inna mi tabernacle
Di punana mi a hackle fi a salad and a
Anuh other man a, mi nuh nyamma, not a happen
Not a happen
Never ever give
When me bruk like a bottle
From yuh wicked sly tackle
Pray pon mi cocky chapel, testicle tabernacle
A yuh pussy mek yuh richa
Deh big apple and a travel
future, so leave your past behind
I am the one in the midst of two or three
I am your tabernacle, I am your Jubilee
I am, I am, I am, I am
I am
Fifty cents to kick it oh it's so wicked
Wu-Tang is Wu York, hell up in the pyramid
Tabernacles catch fire within the apple
Tabernacles catch fire
on my side
So i will make my life your temple
Dwell everyday in your tabernacle
You are me together
All the way
No need to worry
No need to fear
touch, ablaze
Much too hot to taste
Walk back
City bound burn your tabernacle
Walk back
Run away from my high pitched cackle
With a trickster smile,
And set fire to the tabernacle
Spreading naught but a fake gospel
To those who swallow every word
Delivered to them by a mouth of war
Spreading hate
In This Place
In This Tabernacle
I will worship you
I will worship you
In this place in this tabernacle
I will worship you I will worship you
and the alcohol
44 up on my jersey I don't even ball
Got me singing crystal castle through the crystal ball
Sleeping in a tabernacle hoping I don't fall
Sleeping
put it on tabernacle
And they all up on the kid, yeah, I know they all be naggin'
Fallin' to my knees, for real
Cause the baddies Chinese, for real
might as well be a leper
So the Creator of all things gave me a commandment
And he that made me caused my Tabernacle to rest
And said, Let thy dwelling be
Go on and tell Kamala Harris
Swamp G speakin
Somebody tell these bitches I'ma suplex a preacher
Break a tabernacle
Make a trunk rattle
Looking for
unfit for such a task
So his son Solomon built a tabernacle in the city called Zion where man can worship God
Oblivious to their lack of the revelation
of my essence comprehends what I am made of
His comforting grace is given in His body we taste
Before the tabernacle, fallen shackles, blood in
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