girls we love and the Holy Ground once more. Fine girl you are! You're the girl I do adore, And still I live in hopes to see the Holy Ground once more
we love and the Holy Ground once more. Fine girl you are! You're the girl I do adore, And still I live in hopes to see the Holy Ground once more. Fine
by His death on the cross beam With blood that was clean, and blood that "ca-ching!" He purchased men so that must mean worship the King God the Son -
measurements chrome rims, new timbs exotic chains with red gems real estate corporation mindstate prosperity dealin' with the highest of integrity steadily, wall street bound walkin' on Holy ground
throne, let the earth rejoice Cause He is holy, I will lift my voice He made the heavens, He made the sea And out of the dust of the ground made you and
[The Phanatik] Who am I? Just a bag of dust puttin' trust in the Most High Why boast? I know that I'm nothin' Huffin' and puffin' someone else's air
Book of Life, our names have been written down We're casting our crowns before His feet on the ground It's such a holy melody and a heavenly sound Hearing holy holy holy
we're pounding the earth Stomping The ground it's going down in the church Cause He rose From the grave and left death in the dirt And when He Ascended He sent the Holy
Holy Ghost from high above ground you can't see me, see I be, the one that can do all things through Jesus Christ the King of Kings He strengthens me,
dead on the ground like you cowards got me Until I heard the engine of my man's Kawasaki I raised off the ground mad cocky He shot past it and snatched
flipside of a molecule But I have all the energy I can take for now Holy floating We're holy floating Holy shit I think I'd rather be on the ground
Here I stand, head on shoulders, Feet not on the ground High above lotus flowers Falling all around Well what it is this, that I see? I've opened up
this, ghetto Pocahontas I got "Higher Learning" and bangin gets monotonous Her ass was classic, cheeks was +Jurassic+ Servin her +Justice+, +Poetic+ the way I lasted I touch ground
am flying with the wind It's my time to be king and rise Melting this world of destruction I am the devil below Torching the ground of the holy My heart
blows close your eyes, count till ten and see the sunrise rise gliding high into the sky By the holy mansion, let the guardian rise upon the finger of the king on high
mass of promises Begin to rupture Like the pockets Of the new world kings Like swollen stomachs In Appalachia It's the priests that fuck you As they whisper holy
this rap thing into a holy war, Holiday, cut your arm off and take the Rollie off Let me slow down on the violence (slow down) Fly high but the dutch
dose of the Holy Ghost So get your praise on all night long We gon tear down the strong hold to the break of dawn But first we gon get high in the spirit