You are about to experience The presence of the holy one It looks like things are changing I feel a shifting in the air This is warmth that I could
' like them soldiers Watch me fold ya for actin' like somebody never told ya So off we go, to the bloody row, tryin' to blood some souls With that nine shot, givin' props
down, Nigga show some love, ain?t no hoes in ta us We can swing the bus, we can share some blood, Blood blood, blood-blood-blood-blood, blood, Let a nigga
ham MC's MC's I'm servin Makin the people jump like my man... Julius Erving!!! Those deserving props are gonna get theirs Grip, there's something on your lip, oh
over here We gon' take it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don It's bone-afficial my nizzle D-Don got issues and a type team that dismiss you Oh boy, I gets
prophets Send your money and spare your doom Fear rides the silver bullet From the pulpit to the womb Death on the blood red clay Under the texas moon
[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Oh shit, look at them, they running on foot They picked the car up, they on some Flintstone shit Oh shit... and them niggaz
heated tell her to bring it on! Oh shit its your birthday! Oh no it isnt! Its somebodys birthday! Oh no it isnt! Oh shit its your birthday! Oh
tell her, bring it on Oh, shit it's your birthday? Oh, no it isn't It's somebody's birthday? Oh, no it isn't Oh, shit it's your birthday? Oh, no it
bring it on! [Chorus:] Oh shit it's your birthday, oh no it isn't. It's somebody's birthday, oh no it isn't. Oh shit it's your birthday, oh no it isn
have to split shit with (Nah, pay me now, bust it) At sundown see I went on work I sent a tec mount in a tennis skirt, pop the blood claat Watch a thug
The pit, the pit, oh my Yo, 1, 2, dun dunna dunna dun All y'all mentally dead motherfuckers We come to break y'all some information And ressurect you
this here Chi towns murderous Mob Gothic Hard knock it give me tha mothafuckin' ammunition I'll cock it Respected like I'm one of Gods prophets Gotta
know what it is Nigga bow down(bow down)nigga show some love Aint no hoes in us we can swing dem buds We can share some blood (blood [x6]) Let a nigga
Oh Jesus, son of God, so full of grace and truth The Father's saving word, so wonderful are You The angels longed to see and prophets searched to find
, is the final chapter The ancetral lineage built pyramids Americas first immigrant The Kings sons and daughters from Nile waters The first architect, the first philosophers, astronomers The first prophets
him. CAIAPHAS Then we can't fail. JUDAS I don't want your blood money! CAIAPHAS Oh, that doesn't matter, our expenses are good. JUDAS I don't need your blood
no crowd around him Then we can't fail Judas: I don't want your blood money Caiaphas: Oh, that doesn't matter Our expenses are good Judas: I don't need your blood
