Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabella Bring a torch, come swiftly and run Christ is born, tell the folk of the village Jesus is sleeping in His cradle Ah
Bring a Torch Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabella Bring a torch, come swiftly and run Christ is born, tell the folk of the village Jesus is sleeping in
Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabella Bring a torch, come swiftly and run Christ is born, tell the folk of the village Jesus is sleeping in His cradle Ah,
: Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabella Bring a torch, come swiftly and run Christ is born, tell the folk of the village Jesus is sleeping in His cradle
Don't make me put a lump on your lip A dip in your hip, I'm snatchin' your shit I want it all so give me it Am I a Luna-chic? Uh huh, I'm a looney bitch
Get a extra flossy floss and toss King Tee the keys and say, 'Nigga that's yours, cause you opened up doors Before Tha Liks had a deal, you had a nigga
tearin it down Never have you heard a similar sound Like a drop off when shit pop off, feel a hot one Side scorching from a hot gun Niggas get lost in
Prisoner Of war, prisoner of love there's a torch to my head crimes of passion crimes of youth stop the ringing in my head Born again not born at all
now, c'mon Check it, huh [Verse: Busta Rhymes] If you ain't noticed yet I have come wit a throne See I was gone for a minute but now I'm home The way
[Music and Lyrics By Alex Webster] Descend Upon The Village On A Mission Of Death Setting Fire To Their Homes, Attacking The Men We Hear Their Women
Revenge saying Universal to go get my plaque Rappin's dead so I'ma bring it back, like DJ's do when they hear my track Check out my track record, they
first up to bat is my maaaaaaaan TRUTH [echoes] [T.R.U.T.H.] God's not arbitrary, he's always gotta a rhyme and reason Sovereign, that's a divine line
so get busy (chorus) Can I get a witness Does anyone agree? Can I get a witness To stand for their belief? Can I get a witness To carry on the torch? Bring
lyrical tactics, is like a dirty kid flippin on a mattress Now flex this [Verse One: Tung Twista] Now I just be On the front porch, with a torch, ready
born to rap [?] Pass the torch and sell they soul [?] Maybe they can bring they career back But these niggas right here ain't tryna hear that Cause I'
Its about a hot beat, a hot beat Its about a hot beat, a hot beat A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook Nobody gives
the death I wished from a shooting star To bring the end to this time My burning torch's fire Guides me through the night The greatness lays in one's heart