What child is this who, laid to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch are keeping This, this is Christ
day just to bill pay with no time to play then what would you say Still in this world what it means to me losin' my grip as I trip on the anomalies my third
and higher An since knowledge of myself is truly known My foundation is like that of the most solid stone I come forth by day with the new way A new way
little bit) (Because we see the big picture) (Negroes and white folks buyin' this album) (Negroes and white folks buyin' this album) (Everybody's gonna know who this group is
is my bank hoe [x3] And all I really care about is my bank hoe [x3] And all I really care about is my bank hoe [x3] Ya digg? now, what you drank? I
when a one time raise sometimes the young is slain To the kids in the p.j.'s black babies brought up in this world where it's wild and crazy child of
bad child Black Thought so hip that I'm square Tha rhythm that you hear is from tha kids right over there Tha rubberband in question just one step away Yesterday was a day
know, "this some religious person is trying to force this down my throat.?? well that's not our intent our intent's not to force this down your throat. We do this
it's gettin' kinda hectic Cuz life as an adult ain't quite what I expected Bills to pay and mouths to feed Everybody askin' for what they want, instead of what
about is my bank hoe (x3) and all I really care about is my bank hoe (x3) and all I really care about is my bank hoe (x3) ya digg? now, what you drank
girls is thick, righteousness is narrow I got my third, I want the sparrow Want my peoples straight and rock sweet apparrel The mother of my child, we
kicked to the back I want big cribs and my man Ronnie to get his Child in a good school and know what her gift is It's global warming, the world is
was often a verb and spontaneity has brought a third But do to our youth an economic state, we wish to terminate About this we don't feel great, but baby that's how it is
after death come The black son in the ghetto section The light protect them from the iron weapon This is madness... [Chorus: Killah Priest] This is madness, this is
goddamn My lips is crusty My feets is musty Lift up my nuts and my itch is dusty I ain't had pussy in eleven years (What?) I been dead (Oh) Ain't nobody
friend Goddamn My lips is crusty My feets is musty Lift up my nuts and my itch is dusty I ain't had pussy in eleven years (What?) I been dead (Oh) Ain
