Starlight laser points at you Sing to the ghost of summers blue Lay back, transcend into the moon Mother of wisdoms' holy tomb Phase your mind, let it
him the truth. [Mama Morton] - The truth? [Roxie Hart] - Yeah. [Mama Morton] That's the one we take you to the death house. [Roxie Hart] Holy mother
on fire... Liar liar... Hey naw Liar liar pants on fire ain't nobody getting no higher FUCK THAT where's my lighter Sick of all you lyin' typers We getting higher higher
pity towards thee wondrous high, That would have need to be pitied by thee? Kiss Him, and with Him into Egypt go, With His kind mother, who partakes thy
waitin for my balls to grind this concrete and crumble A gang of mother fuckers sayin, "Don't do it you won't see no trouble" Next thing I know I heard loud screams holy
make it I play low-key 'til it's time for you to know me Stir my lime with light, drink it down slowly Holy shit, now look what I get A whole string
shoot the news Gonna make the news I just came from boredom town Like a hand-me-down From a foreign ground I know, you know Competitions high but so
my fade to say goodnight, the holy mother bowed her head mumbling : "do not forget this could be life and not a dream" the return: the mother raised the dagger high
kissed my face to say goodnight. The holy mother bowed her head mumbling: 'Do not forget this could be life and not a dream' [The return:] The mother raised the dagger high
flags With the swords held up high The ravens are flying, the One Eyed watches Into the fog shadows appear Falling icons in a holy war Black Mountain
Einstein Buck a shot two times and stick you for your rhyme Put you in a pine box You and your whole family's on detox Hustlin crack for Reeboks Holy
then pass us by but much too high To see the empty road at happy hour Gleam and resonate just like the gates Around the Holy Kingdom With words like, '
Once in royal David's city stood a lowly cattle shed Where a mother laid her baby in a manger for His bed Mary was that mother mild Jesus Christ her little
and mind With time on her hands no child to raise You come to me like a little boy And I give you my scorn and my praise You think I'm like your mother
BITTER WITHY As it fell out on a high holiday Small rain from the sky did fall Sweet Jesus asked of his own mother dear Whether he might play at ball
human with all the little stupid fix-ins. as i fix sins and vixens vick souls, stitch clothes for the characters they play then switch roles. nail me to the cross dress. the holy
high we metamorphasized into gigantic blak butterflies And for the first time I saw the god inside I realized my nigger redefined was the blak man divine and he could take me higher
love to come and hit me blindside Mother, mother, if you care, tell me I am unaware Of what I'm doing to your beauty and your holy love life Mother, mother