hardened Who is among us To step off so step off To the tall shepherd He is given name Oh beat the drum for him A holy measure Strum and buzz for him
hold it down, you know [Verse 1] It's a couple rappers that snitching (snitches) It's a couple rappers that's kissing (bitches) It's a lot rappers thats
a place where love abounds For this is a temple, the God we love abides here Oh, we are standing in His presence on holy ground We are standing on holy
rapper will find it hard To deal with the way my Squad puts metal to flesh We rebels to death, leakin' body heat, decimals less My shotie completes the measure
call me PD, holy like Koran Rockin Sean John, poppin Sean Don Fucking ghetto Don Juan Top of the world, watch me snatch your hood treasure Might have to check a
a plane or a penthouse, office or a warehouse Tony's got it nice, we never heard of any big droughts A Kilo is a thousand grams A pile of sand is equivilant
stare Heard the wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure My clan a make me rhyme like d.
to have a thousand flagons of wine In Palestine there would drink Ballentine And raise up in the violent mind We used to have a hundred measures of oil
the cosmos Where only God knows or goesl, blow like a ufo To give up my work clothes, only to glow with a holy robe And explode through the mysterious
at a time now thats a bakers dozen All around the world today the kilo is a measure A kilo is a thousand grams easy to remember A kilo is a thousand
is my life and many come and go like one night stands I treat live jams like a sermons and in my mic hand A holy get them with ya bless ya Shit you never
Be the passion of the Church Let the righteousness of God Be a holy flame that burns Let the saving love of Christ Be the measure of our lives We believe
We have raised a thousand voices Just to lift Your holy name And we will raise thousands more To sing of Your beauty in this place Well, none can even
deep calls to deep over water Show me Your endless measure of grace Let tender mercies sine once again From Your holy face Deep in my soul there's a
bound walkin' on Holy ground give is the greatest of all I spread my love around young black multi, this ain't a game son We run businesses this ain't a
enough to drown me It don't get hot like this in heaven (Please hide me in some holy place) You fool me with your angel face (Protect my soul like a
THE BATTLE FOR POHJOLA] [THE REALM OF RED SNOW] To arms, o' warriors of the north! On our fathers' holy ground an enemy against us shan't be crowned