Sing praises to our God, sing praises Sing praises to our King, sing praises Let all the nations sing Let all the nations sing of His love Oh, sing praises
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: Sing praises to our God, sing praises Sing praises to our King, sing praises Let all the nations sing Let all the nations sing of His love Oh, sing
't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything
moving up (we're coming together) Jah, Jah Children them moving up Let's sing JAH happy song (Children) Give JAH thanks and praise yea We've been down
his head and He died (2x) My Jesus bowed his head hung his head and He died(2x) But on the third day On the third day (2x) Jesus rose He rose (3x) Jesus
of Sorrows bruised for iniquities I believe in the Lamb who was crucified and hung between two thieves I believe in the resurrection on the third and glorious day
the third day behold the King On the third day death has no sting On the third day we?re forgiven and reconciled On the third day the saints rejoice
I'm forced to stoop down To your mentality Battle rap was an excuse phrase You 'bout to lose face The whole sing sing thing Was a loose case Sing sing
if we don't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total
is always real Elders call the cops cause the hallways filled With weed smoke, so when we see Deebo we peel Deep throat is I'll from a true bird So like two-thirds
even if we don't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is
lie But if you are then give praise to the most high (uh) [Chorus] [x4] King Jesus Christ. Who's world is this? All praise... [The Phanatik] Holy,
It's true like Devil's in disguise, plenty blessings in disguise If you wanna peep 'em, you can see 'em with your inner eyes Any day, that's every day, cuz every day
And at the end of the road like Juane, I hope the Lord dons me With some angel wings, throw ya hands, praise and sing No more earth laboring streets of