free, From the leaders and the clones, Life and talk of destiny I don't even know, Apologies, to my creation for these wasted days, My transcendence has a
worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry
the last five days of these trials and tribulations And I'm waiting for the Lord, oh, please don't leave me forsaken Caught up in the doom, prepare for
real through the drama We still brothers now We've done forty-five drives Forty-five hour flights Forty-five days a week Forty-five minutes a night Add another forty-five for
for longer than a decade As we begin to blaze, through the milky ways Repenting from our filthy ways, replenish for our guilty days The eyeballs, swell
your understandin' have me hunger like a famine Prepare for landin', for landin', for landin' Abortin' the River Jordan like a RZA recordin' Fourth disciple, bring forth the cycle Or a tidal wave, it's like a
stop breathin' Givin' careers a severe beatin' for MCing, it's something That I don't take lightly, how the fuck you ever invite me To a duel, I drool
raise the sword and revolted Psychological warfare for the holy, smoke your last bowl-y Your little ship a capsizes your rap dies slowly Got a good old fashion passion for
on the electric cello Which she ain't never studied And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary About his inability to hold an erection on the high holy days
get high I, uh, just get by Can't do me nothin' 'cuz God is on my side All praises due to the Most High (To the Most Hight) To the Most High heed your
if he dropped a bomb in this You still gon be found in a ditch My name should be Robin Banks, the way I be robbin banks I'm a fiend for the S-500, I
a latch key kid with a snotty nose High school drop out, space, I'm around me whiteout And I ain't dealin' with no minimum wage I'd rather construct rhymes on a
, a.k.a. Tony Starks Yo, aiyyo I got to serve them my way, move give me room Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, like a broom Full moons make me howl
' Whittaker Dang, he caught Whittaker Mmm hmm He caught Whittaker a long time ago Mike got touched Then Mike got touched by Holy field Holy field, yeah
I'm arrogant, some say I'm laid back From a council fact, payin' higher rate tax Who's the daps, who's the geez? Must be me, Manuva MC With a second LP, for
for a feeling and all I've discovered I'll be along son with medicine Supposed to, designed to make you high I'll be along son with words for a feeling
away I can remember all the days of my life Cold, dark September When the eagle took flight I had to stay, I had to stay I cried a river to the empty
You mean everything (Chorus A) And I will worship You most high, and I?ll bless Your name O God, for You are worthy of the highest praise Hallelujah
