N disappear It'll just look ugly For a thousand years...) You can't run a country By a book of religion Not by a heap Or a lump or a smidgeon Of foolish
I see The suffering healers false destined prophecy He didn't think yesterday of the end of his life The brainwashed fools born again of a thousand
You scream my name, and now you're gone I've seen the rain wash over you a thousand times Your flesh summons me God knows why Repent your sins to me
see The suffering healers false destined prophecy He didn't think yesterday of the end of his life The brainwashed fools born again of a thousand lies
to break a steerin column, didn't have to cook a rock A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya Never judge a person or a book by it's covers Just
a snitch But make a snitch turn to puff with a flick of the wrist That ain't gon' get in arguments just go get you a clip And they gon' think about the
we go at a phenomenal rate As we cruise going into magnitude As we break up into a multitude of molecules Going through a long hollow tube with a scholars
It's repentance day It's repentance day Repent for your sins When the gates of Heaven open up And Hell's closin' in It's repentance day Repent for
the haters everyday? [K] Why must I got the glock nine? [F] Why we gotta deal with these haters everyday? [K] Time after time after time, time after time
t have to break a steerin' column, didn't have to cook a rock A damn goodie two shoes, that what they call ya Never judge a person or a book by its covers
be broken By a thousand ways of wasting time Get to the point And off a hundred lines a week No need to change my mind A cleaner shade of thinking time
broken by a thousand ways of wasted time Get to the point then off the hundred lines awake No need to change my mind, that clean a shade of thinking time
I be a no-show, If my girl cries "don't go", And if she gimme blow more than two times in a row, I'd rather chill with her, than kill you wit' a rhyme
's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for their empty stances. How many times must we hear rehashed
, oh Without you Yeah, yeah, yeah I gotta say what's on my mind (Say what's on your mind) You saved my life a thousand times (Saved a thousand times) Gave me a
ugly For a thousand years...) You can't run a country By a book of religion Not by a heap Or a lump or a smidgeon Of foolish rules Of ancient date Designed
