they won?t let up Until they got us worshiping them false gods instead of the realness God of the streets, my niggas feel this We nod our heads and worship
are Lord and you are God (oh, oh) There is one name I love to hear, I love to sing it's worth, it sounds like music in my ear, sweetist name on earth
in praise rejoice, Ye lights of evening, find a voice! O praise Him! O praise Him! Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Thou flowing water, pure and clear, Make music
(lyrics by James Seals; music by James Seals and Dash Crofts, 1978) From the album TAKIN' IT EASY (1978). Nobody gets over lovin' you. But if I do I
lifts me up from loneliness and greets Me as a friend It beckons me to walk alone beneath the Nighttime sky An altar of frozen light to worship with
through riddles Where loves a hurricane and you meet me in the middle It's the good, the bad, the house I furnished The crystal clear sea, the sound I worship
invented crunk, Jesus invented crunk. Jesus invented crunk, Jesus invented crunk, Jesus invented crunk! Snatch this back from Satan, this music belong
means in the basement While the others lay the sound And create music from defacement All the time, a certain state of mind defines secular Music that
Oh it's often use many words to say a simple thing It takes thought and time and rhyme To make a poem sing With music and words I've been playing For
Somebody said, "Where's the music goin'?" Somebody said, "It's gone" Somebody said, "With this bad wind a blowin' Will the music keep a rolling on?"
[Music: Avulsed '93] [Lyrics: Avulsed] The Divine Revelation In Form Of Bleeding Nail Wounds I'm Marked With The Sign - Of God!! New Christ's Reincarnation
AGNES DEI Lyrics & Music by Michael W. Smith WORTHY Lyrics & Music by Don Moen From the recording: Offerings, Track #4. Alleluia, Alleluia For our Lord
Spider: I think I can explain about about how the pigs' music works Monica: Well, this should be interesting Spider: Remember that they make music with
for a purpose somewhere in-between the jeans that yall jerkin and them khakis that ganstas work-workin no purpose sir so worthless i catch re-real contact when i worship
up in 'em My face don't belong in The Source It belongs on the shroud of turan, for certain I grab mics and murder shit It's wickeder than Satan worshipers
(Music: Brolycke, Rudolfsson Lyrics: Karlen) When night slowly spread its blackened wings and breathe out chilly moist and mist, I experience an
[Music: Sotiris V., Lyrics: Sotiris V.] The watchers learned to fly and bridged the realms defined The wealth was spreading far and wide A sorcery divine
worship Will we ever know? All my life I've searched for answers Why can't I know the reasons we live Who is this God, we all worship Will we ever know