my jouney wont be over til i reach that regit place Chors. I'm a child of the king yes i am (yes i am)i'm a child of the king yes i am and i know i
darkness Sights of wonders that frighten angels A decree from God to deceive a child Offered to men, the darkening of the sun A gospel enemy of the church
just hovered Tround his tomb But there's a pretty little thing Waiting for the King Down in the Jungle Room [Chorus] They're got catfish on the table They're got gospel
can call, death child know while I flinch Of the eyebrow, I be flippin' the crack of a smile Alright runt, play wild child Enter the pow-wow, in a stance
d been preaching But this was overreaching The boundaries stretchin' further Than his heart would choose to go Like an angel with no wings Like a kingdom with no king
be on that Kryptonite Where you gonna be if you and your peeps happen to slip tonight That's why you see Christians right Gospel raps and Gospel hymns
a young child's throat is cut to provide blood for the black chalice dilapidated missals bound in human skin locking their most blessed gospel within
This what you call hardcore, fat gospel.. street gospel [all] South South, Bronx! [KRS] Yo where my people at? [all] South South, Bronx! [KRS] Yo where
just hovered ?round his tomb But there?s a pretty little thing Waiting for the King Down in the Jungle Room (Chorus) They?ve got catfish on the table They?ve got gospel
neck Shit, I'm pissin' in the abdomen Two and a half weeks old, already thoughts of stabbin' men Unravelin' plots and plans for thievin' and shit Immune to the gospel
his tomb But there's a pretty little thing Waiting for the King Down in the Jungle Room [Chorus] They've got catfish on the table They've got gospel
