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Bustin’ Caps in Tem’tation
 

jus’ bust some caps
jus’ bust some caps
jus’ bust some caps
yeah, uh huh
jus’ bust some caps
yeah, yeah, yeah
what it up be
be chillin’
with da Spirit n’ speakin’
when
tem’tation be comin’
just waitin’
n’ hatin’
destruction
my abduction
it speakin’
’bout sinnin’
i’d be reflectin’
who I representin’
genuflexion
’fore da crucifixion
we’re tight ’n
fightin’
mofo tem’tation
jus’ bust some caps
jus’ bust some caps
jus’ bust some caps
bring it up
bring it up
jus’ bust some caps
bust some caps
bust some caps
‘gainst tem’tation
bustin’ caps in ya deception
who you be foolin’
J-dawg, my protection
smackin’ up yo intrusion
tem’tation all failin’
through defenstration
with fifty caps
y’ain’t come back
show it up
bust it out
smack it back
slap it down
heaven ain’t diggin
what you’d be giggin’
we got yo number
ghetto caps an’ trigger
don’t forget it
or you’ll regret it
fool

 


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Cruisin’ to Communion

cruisin’ down
down the town
gettin’ thought
an’ meditate on
search around
search my heart
yo, my uncools
begin to start
an’ I ain’t forgot
the Fly One
who’s up on top
the perfect one
beyond the sun
yo, my soul
ain’t solid chrome
lest I forget
I ain’t alone
don’t diss my enemies
don’t diss my friends
I jus’ do it right
an’ diss my sins
yo
big daddy priest
word it up
give what I needs
the sacred eats
and “G” “O” “D”
yo, He
will set us free
givin’ man
da phat peace
I profess
I need Yo soul
show me love
an’ where to go
but not jus’ me
I ain’t alone
we all dig
to commune, Homes
my posse
I’ll mee’ tchu there
in da house
where liturgy flares
Word it up “g”
big daddy priest
Word it up “g”
yo, Priester-P
Word it up “g”
big daddy priest
Word it up “g”
yo, Priester-P
yeah, that’s right
yo, check it out


 

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Abstinenstatious

word it up, word it up
whoop, whoop
word it up, word it up
whoop, whoop
yo dawg check this
it’s gettin’ cold in here
so put on all your clothes
it’s gettin’ cold in here
so put on all your clothes
yo yo Old MacDonald had a farm
and on this farm he had some abstinence
(abstinence)
abstinence
(abstinence)
with a no sex here
and a no sex there
here a no sex
there a no sex
everywhere a no sex, no sex
yeah, yeah
you know what I talkin’ ‘bout
that’s right
it’s gettin’ cold in here
so put on all your clothes
it’s gettin’ cold in here
so put on all your clothes
we’re gonna check it one more time dawg
yo yo Old MacDonald had a farm
and on this farm he had some no sex
(no sex)
no sex
(no sex)
with a clothes on here
and a clothes on there
here a clothes on
there a clothes on
everywhere a clothes on, clothes on
yeah yeah
it’s gettin’ warm in here
so keep on all your clothes
it’s gettin’ warm in here
so keep on all your clothes
you know what I talkin’ ‘bout
it’s tight
a’ight
clothes on, clothes on
whoop whoop
clothes on, clothes on
whoop whoop
word it up, fo’shizel

 


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Aliens verse Predator

Please-a, open yo Bibles to the book of Aliens, verse Predator

beyond da streets
where none hears screams
here comes to be
a missionary
a predator, master race
come to jive ‘bout savin’ grace
‘front ‘em face to face
‘bout Who’d it be dat’s gots him saved
show ‘em up bro
(I’s gots to)
show ‘em up bro
show ‘em up, show ‘em up
show ‘em up bro
(I’s gots to)
show ‘em up bro
show ‘em up, show ‘em up
dees aliens be a heathen freakin’
jus’ comin’ n’ frontin’ as hoes of Satan
they all smackin’ a tight salvation
throwin’ sin into mag’fication
show ‘em up bro
(yeah, yeah)
show ‘em up bro
show ‘em up, show ‘em up
show ‘em up bro
(yeah, yeah)
show ‘em up bro
show ‘em up, show ‘em up
(dat’s it, no mo mista nice dawg)
Judge’ent Day’s come fo’ tchu
you last seen in obit’s news
now my lazer’s gots to cut tchu
‘n I take yo skulls when I’d be through
show ‘em up bro
(da caps of caps)
show ‘em up bro
show ‘em up, show ‘em up
show ‘em up bro
(da caps of caps)
show ‘em up bro
show ‘em up, show ‘em up
killed the last one
with the f-bomb
-f- you bitch
I got it done
I escape
no trace
inviso, fo’shizel



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Too Holy

God's too holy for the Church
too holy for the Church
God's so holy it hurts
God's too holy for the Prayers
too holy for the Prayers
so holy, so then who cares
God's too holy for confession
too holy for confession
so holy He needs a promotion
so holy, so holy, yeah
so holy, so holy, yeah
God's too holy for the vestments
too holy for the vestments
so holy they needs product placement
God's too holy for the chalice
too holy for the chalice
so holy, just take the wine and flask it
God's too holy for the blessing
too holy for the blessing
so holy, it might as well be N'Sync
God's too holy for the rest
too holy for the rest
so holy we're just b.s.
God's too holy, too holy, yeah
God's too holy, too holy, yeah

 


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