forget Cisco - we're glad you are free So one day to your kids you will tell the story Of how the Ghetto Style DJ's achieved their glory! Ghetto Bass
Ital Love for dem dat steal in the name of da Lord Dem a tell nuff lie but holdin my bird in a cloud Usin de name of de Lord in vein While de people
to get that bit of glory He'll go out with his lads to make that headline story The normal man in the clubhave no nees to worry He'll make his name oh
stages I ain't cheat--played the hand I was dealt Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself (Let's Get It) No nuts, no glory (no glory) My biography
but I'm wrong, And I'm blind too And to the world to which we sing, Want to try to do us in I remember your name and I know your face Can't forgive and
we, Let all within us Praise his holy name! Christ is the king Then already already praises we His pow'r and glory evermore proclaim His pow'r and glory
praise His holy name Both: Christ is the King! Then ever ever praise we His path and glory ever more proclaim and ever more proclaim His path and glory
be her lover but you never will recover, 'cause she ain't had a bite for weeks. You think you're the same, 'cause you got the same name, But the widow
understand, you never will. Be who you are, I bless, I bless your name. And all that summer madness caused the rain. And we, we. Oh, oh, oh. The glory
man, upon your marble throne. You think you own the heavens, but you've got to be alone. You know, you know I prayed for sunshine, a woman with my name
put on my long white robe Covet no silver covet no gold reach your empty hands for him to hold up in his kingdom glory shall be proclaimed sing the song and praise his name
it for the life The love, the lights, the glory I rise more than juries this is my story And hell yeah I'm going for the title If your name is on the
Within your mind, he says Crowned in his ancient glory There's a king within us all Some will say it's all in vain That he doesn't have a name He is
, Ham, Shem and Japhet (Ham, Shem and Japhet); And in Ham is known to be the Prophet. Glory to Jah, the Prophet is come (through all these ages); Glory
veil from off of your eyes Look into the future of realise Noah had three sons, Ham, Shem and Japhet And in Ham is known to be the Prophet Glory to
ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes, Blood on your saddle. Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb, Blowing through the curtains in your room. Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your