"And Shepherds we shall be For thee, my Lord, for thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands. So we
[Words By: Richard Lynch, Music By: Richard Lynch] Standing at the door it opened to the light His majesty sat at the throne, a jasper stone in sight
译文: 大队圣人. 神圣的视觉.
would have died for Now it's in paperback And on TV it's the number one program Holy vision, holy vision, holy vision Oh god Holy vision, holy vision, holy vision
aint i advise you to thank you dont find what you cant revive what you tank survive what u paint supersize what u shrink, the fries and the drink, admired as a saint
he African, cause he ain't getting healthier yet Now he put down his knapsack, got a crack pack You don't know if it's there if your vision ain't abstract
light And Saint Thomas was vandalized And I am sorry but I'm not surpri-i-i-i-ised Pick up the phone Pick up the phone Congratulations I'm having visions
don't know about it? And tell 'em I am him, pale and not so slim But I shine bright even when it's dark and grim She marched on in but she far from a saint
enemy's frame Written in blood, my ambition is driven by thugs Got two glock nines and I fill them with slugs Call me Saint Valentine, 'cause when I kill
" "The rhymes, the rhymes, rhymes on the alter Burn him as a sacrifice" [Killah Priest] I paint flows with the feathers from the wings of angels Red ink from saint
only the sense of Touch like Tony. they out for delph, only tryin to help them self. The majority of these boys in blue are phony, crooked like Saint
wanna part and kill the season too Get her an audition and I'm in a motition I'm bout to dead em yall couldn't see the boy vision (Chorus: Cam'ron)
Ya wasted, permitted destroying the human races Fuck it I'm bringin' ruckus To brothers an APB out on the next Fredrick Douglass I'm sort of a saint
Ah, temptation got a way of turnin' the lights down low You're cool in your faded blue jeans Just a fool in a tequila soaked dream But you ain't no saint
and fuck you hoe beleive in this I hate you, I hate you But I'm having trouble hatin' because I had it wow Thinking of a how mother fucking saint found
Hey Gloria, are you standing close to the edge? Look out to the setting sun, the brink of your vision Eternal youth is a landscape of a lie The cracks
a higher plain very few shall see By invitation I've been accepted to build and start again I've learned these monsters are really saints cleansing all