in those, last trumpet sounds, put me down in the ground But I'll probably be at home by now And it's help will change (These helps will be changed)
who do i compete with I'm on my elite shit, you can tell im real cuz i'm gettin hood love And i aint even talkin street shit Young angel, young lie and
a couple of jewels to help you get through your bid in prison A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high I, Young 'Vito, voice of the young people Mouthpiece
Man alone, born of stone Will stamp the dust of time His hands strike the flame of his soul Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the universe Until the winds
Man alone; born of stone; Will stamp the dust of time His hands strike the flame of his soul; Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the universe Until the winds
everything Sun and the moon, all stars of light He commanded and they were created Oh trumpets sound, throught the earth For the Lord is good and greatly
roll lof dice A bitter slice of American Pie Mighty walls of Jericho Toppled by the sound of tiny feet Trumpets sound and we will know Just who?s sitting
candle Hark the angels sing Forming clouds Their shadow shrouds Louder the tattered wings they sound Tear the veil The lies derail Purity ever will prevail Trumpets
other one sing along Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out The technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips To blow this like a trumpet
a couple of jewels to help you Get through your bid in prison A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high I, young Vito, voice of the young people Mouthpiece
closely, as the plot unfolds... I might stretch the truth, may be a little lie, there was a boy named Brad, he played trumpet, and he died. Too young
me ya Every move that I make Must be all bright and straight, ya why yaw Sound the trumpets and let the people know the good of Rastafari, I will be
inside Hand in hand, gland in gland With a spoonful of miracle He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary We will rock you, rock you little snake We will
be alone I know that you'll be there when I will say goodbye [Verse 3] Countin' trumpets on the wall firey flame will kill us all And I hear trumpets
Your life goes round and round I got a reason to rap 'cause my God is King Just like a gospel singer's got a reason to sing And like young David used
the sky, c'mon Praise Him (Praise the Lord God Almighty, the Father of all) Praise Him Voices raisin' Praise Him (Lift up your voices like a trumpet
