illiberal pyre And an implacable pandemonium of a prodigious wobbling hive Draped in abounding droning shapes Gifted a bluebottle fleece Hymns scribbled
it, I said, said fuck it Your new lesson is to realize the mission when you hear it MC you, see I got this in my spirit I got verses like Mahalia singin' church hymns
radio Flags and banners Armageddon on the late night show And like my father before We've got love on the barricades Sweethearts who miss Battle hymns
, they just ruin it I'm a bring hip hop back, watch how I'm doin' this Flood the whole game, then float like Noah Slip in the well and sing hymns like
, enthralled Swansongs from those that thronged this shore With Gabriel and Michael He shone with fierce intent For loyalty, their joy to see Him spur the hymns
at th' other end All the trouble seemed to commence again Though Milton had ordered three station wagons, a pickup truck and a limo And though he'd phoned ahead to that Number
for messin' with Master Shake Look out, don't block the screen son, lunge across Tryin' to watch Adult Swim, Aqua Teen Hunger Force Rock this cult hymn
submarine numbers On the main street of the sea The Vicar is thicker And I just can't see through to him For his cardinal sings a collection of hymns
the spell The spell of the shadowless man Along witches fornicate, the demons dance, black mass romance In hellish praise 'round Brocken they prance Their numbers
that drift away like our endless, numbered days Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her
wanted grandchildren? Instead you're going to get ambiguous Christmas cards from South Beach' IVY? Please join us in singing our offertory hymn, number
you Don't let them closer to this secret that I may love you Take 'em outa west, take 'em outa height Take 'em on a sweet ride Those little angels are numbered
believe Believe yourself, open mind so much to see Believe yourself, number one ain't done much wrong Believe yourself, the only way to be Him or hymn
it better for these little boys and girls I'm not just another individual, my spirit is a part of this That's why I get spiritual, but I get my hymns
keeps my feet warm But a cold head when it's code red in the streetzone Stockholm, a modern day city symphony The dying Mother Nature once sang this hymn
pa-bil-ities Display, de-cease the rhythm, and man how it swerved and curved Made a niggaz dream but his hope deferred then stirred Dig the mentals, Papermate, Bic's and Number
submarine numbers On the main street of the sea The Vicar is thicker And I just can't see through to him For his cardinal sings A collection of hymns
equal of a man She'll stand front rank in the parade My sweetheart's on the barricade She's running leaflets through the alley She's passing hymn books