If I had my way, If I had my way If I had my way I would tear this building down. tear this building down. You read about Sampson, from his birth strongest
Well, I believe in my soul And I'm going on home Hallelujah, oh lord, I'm moving move up When this life is over I'm going to stick my sword in the sand
I smell a rat, baby I smell a rat, baby You'd better watch out I smell a rat, babe You won't tell me where you been Whiskey running all down your chin
People steal, they cheat and lie For wealth and what it will buy Don't they know on judgment day Gold and silver will melt away? I'd rather be in a deep
Anytime you say it with heart Anytime you're falling apart When you're washing the sheets Any stranger you meet When there's somebody waving goodbye
Where is now my father's family That was here so long ago? Sitting 'round the kitchen fireside Brightened by the rugged glow We shall all be reunited
Wade in the water Wade in the water, children Wade in the water Goda??s a-gonna trouble the water Goda??s a-gonna trouble the water. Well, who are these
I went to church last Sunday So I could sing and pray But something quite unusual Happened on that day Now church it started right on time Just like
Peace, this is Spike Lee A.K.A. Shelton Jackson Lee A.K.A. loving husband and father Of Tonya and Satchel and Jackson I'm here with De La Soul A.K.A.
Ladies and gentlemen, you already know what it is Okay, yeah, aw shit I'm tryin' to run in this motherfucker, I'm tryin' to anyways Got two hard lookin
You want me to give a show Well i don't really want to You want me to impress Well I don't really need to And who the fuck are you Where the fuck did
See their hands in the air They lift up their prayers to the air The life that you live Time that you give to the air It don't seem fair Something is
Give it up smooth, stick then I move Tryin' to make sense outta of nonsense, fool Trippin' on life and my situation Brothers of earth, one love, one
Somewhere, somehow, somewhen We'll see it happen again, my friend A simple visitation gone wrong like back in '47 Only this time we'll be on the scene
For the real fans, here goes a Hangman Hey yo, Wesstyle, what up JS? Let me get a hit off some of that marijuana shit Here it is, 'cause you know iz
What was the reason? Didn't need one Like instinct born into a trade Seen not by choice but for a purpose Push the rock and move the stone Forever the
Hednigga jump up on the mic he got his dick in hand Check the purpose, ya nervous, you can't quite understand About this g-punk You wanna know where does
[Lyrics & Music: Vicious Rumors] Behold the keepers of tomorrow's world With lungs of iron hear them roar Soldiers of the night with hearts of steel