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Waterdown - Everything lyrics

Waterdown - Everything lyrics



Everything by Waterdown


Everything, Lord I bring everything
I lift my hands and show You what I bring
I bring You everything
Everything, Lord I bring everything
My heart rejoices and the angels sing
When I bring everything
(repeat)
All of my heart I give
My life is to You an open door
Spirit, You're welcome to walk right through
And take with You...
Everything, Lord I bring everything...
(repeat first part

Watson Wayne - The Hunger lyrics

Watson Wayne - The Hunger lyrics



The Hunger by Watson Wayne


Wayne Watson
What shall we do with this Jesus
Out of control people screaming "crucify"
But they can't tell me why
What has He done--Name His transgression
Tell me His crime--That He should die
Sisters and brothers caught up in the hunger
Mothers and fathers quick to make claim for the blame
Who then is guilty--Who's gonna answer
Voices cry out demanding the shame
Chorus
Let the blood--Let the blood of the man
Be on our hands and on our children
Lookin' for someone to blame
Here we stand
Let the blood--Let the blood of the man
The charge for His life ever rest upon us
Guilty--Here we stand
Was there a voice numbered among them
Was there an image that looked like me
Could it be--The cry of abuse
The cold accusation
Could change to a prayer--A sinners plea
The hope for all the nations
For every boy and girl
The surety that life is not in vain
Just like at Calvary's station
The cry heard round the world
To cover over us with precious stain
Chorus
Let the blood--Let the blood of the man
The fruit of his life
Ever blessed and holy
Spotless--Here we stand

Wu-Syndicate - Where was heaven * lyrics

Wu-Syndicate - Where was heaven * lyrics



Where was heaven * by Wu-Syndicate


featuring Napolean
[Chorus: Myalansky]
Thug war, fights in streets, open the drug store
Money is power, give me your's, we break laws
Faggot cats claiming their crooks
Soon I'ma smack him up, his mans and them too
Yo, bag him up, smack him up
Doing this do or die lifestyle for ransom
50 g's, need keys to free their grandson
Run but you can't hide, rich is what we long for
You get your wig split back, caught in this thug war
[Myalansky]
Peace to those men who do crimes ande never been arrested
Project cats with guns start to run sh*t
Coming from the streets, gum on long dick
Get strong-armed for baggage, it's tragic, some Vietnam sh*t
Flat-lining all you cats up in a long wiz
Out-of-towners, proper heavenly father, you know the song, b**ch
Thug war, jet-black cats kick in your drug store
Cook off this table, the cheddar is what we came for
Aim for, lay down boy, this ain't no game war
Cause me to smack all faggots, taking your chains off
Thugs spending half of your cabbage on a Range Rov'
Change clothes, switch me description to de-stained blow
Chopping while we spread up you nosey niggaz
Kidnap and capture bums, we swindell
I'm saying, "f**k the rapping", since I was a kid, I made it happen
On blocks packing, get them, jacking niggaz acting
Watch me snatch them up, $100,00 ransom, no subtracting
Front doors, tell your mans, don't panic, open the drug stores
[Chorus]
[Napolean]
Heavenly words spoken, promises were never broken
As they blood-suck the sun, we manifest these platinum tokens
Hail enterprise, complete down and gritty wise guys
Ghetto wiz kids, prescribe them as philosophy baptizes
Look at snake eyes, wicked as a pastor's bubble eye
Imagine this, guns clapping, lamped like precussions of action
Why the sand in the hour glass elapsing
Camel-backed apostles get smacked with rusty masks
Preaching that God spook, Napolean remains hostile
Cast were burning nostrils, ruger barrels on your tonsils
A prophecy, blood currency, state of emergency
I link with rich cats who's pockets stay dirty
Like Diamond Back, mocassins that raid ancient jungles
Stinging sensation, injected with 7 bundles
Raw element, U.S./Russian coalition
15 for half a crest, them drug lord's sniffing
Yo, back to the massacre, bloods courted in Alaska
Anatomies get fractured, Sampson was captured
By Philli-stinians, lesson's on in this millenium
80 cowards, 4 devils, hand them less Benjamins
Peace to rich men, Jews with snowflakes spinning
Rip camera sins, tropical winds blew my fellings in
We're jungle chameleons, some be 9 milli' men
Creep like centipedes, snatch stacks up from silly men
Cursed by the wicked gin, keep peepers blue-fenced
To my nested kin, I leave some Japanese yams
What? What? What?
[Chorus]
[Joe Mafia]
Innocent on some plead the 5th sh*t
Criminal illegitiment lifestyle, Allah, the intrickit
Rott like rocks from rocks, in state tots
See Doc'ors starilize me, seeing poppy in a Casa Lopi
Don't need to persue me, Soloman, the dominant
Straircases on dot, your man, Crime Syndicate
Shine like white fine on fickel-plated razors
Frequently cave us for selling dead birds in live cages
So, I'm contagious sick, touch my caliber
Cock, malice like Gallagher, crash your whole calender
f**k, who got stamina to last, I leave him dead-ass
with lead in his ass, caught in the rash
Sexy niggaz get sodomized, observe the wicked eyes
Villains got my world baptized
Mafioso, scenarios, the scar poser
Foggy survivalists rott cats in Congo
38 convo, blow a 3rd on my torso
When exposed, my snuff nose busts all foes
So, what the f**k you suppose happened?
For calling me out, f**k rapping
We gun clapping, the sharp shooter
It be the case with the stolen ruger
And left the prosecuter puffing on the Thai ruler
Son, my five exercised graphics, jiggy was drafted
In thug war the sh*t gets drastic, you bastard
[Chorus]
[Outro: Myalansky]
Thug was, thug war...

Wu-Syndicate - Bring The Pain lyrics

Wu-Syndicate - Bring The Pain lyrics



Bring The Pain by Wu-Syndicate


Basically, can't f**k with me
Verse One:
I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on instrumental
Records hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the King
But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM
Check it, just how deep can sh*t get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross Colour, clothes you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the Force
Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and comin for the head piece protect it
f**k it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets buckwild
Method Man on some sh*t, pullin niggaz files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy
Out her f**kin mind now I got mine I'm Swayze
Chorus:
Is it real son, is it really real son
Let me know it's real son, if it's really real
Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's really real
Interlude: Booster
And when I was a lil stereo (stereo)
I listened to some champion (champion)
I always wondered (wondered)
Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! hahaha)
Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!)
And de gargon summary
And any man dat come test me (test me)
Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it's like that)
Verse Two:
Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
Off the set comin to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam sh*t
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb sh*t
And it's gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
Nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw
When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'
What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style
Word up we be hazardous *car crashing* *horn passing me*
Northern spicy brown mustard hoes
We have to stick you
*horn sound of car racing by*
Chorus
Outro:
I'll f**kin, I'll f**kin cut your kneecaps off
And make you kneel in some staircase p**s
I'll f**kin, cut your eyelids off
And feed you nuthin but sleepin pills
You motherf**kers
(So???) So f**k the hoe
f**k the hoe
(Look at this nigga, this motherf**kin...)

Wu-Syndicate - 7th Chamber lyrics

Wu-Syndicate - 7th Chamber lyrics



7th Chamber by Wu-Syndicate


[Intro:]
*sounds of fighting*
[M]- Method Man
[R]- Raekwon
[G]- Ghostface Killah
[U]- U-God
[M] Yo what I'm sayin, come on man?
[R] Yo Meth, hold up, hold up
Yo Meth, where my Killer tape at ya?
First of all, where my--
Where the fuck is my tape at?
[M] Yo son I ain't got that peace son
[R] How you ain't go my shit,
When I let you hold it man
[M] Yo niggas came over to have 40 and blunts kid
The shit just came up missin' man
[R] Come on man, that don't got nothin to do with my shit man
Come on, go head with that shit
[M] Come on man, I'll buy you 4 more fuckin Killah tapes man
*knock knock*
[R] Open the door man, what the fuck, man, yo what
What's up
[G] Yo yo, God, word is bond, yo, Shymeek just got bust in his head
Two times God [word to mother]
Real life God, you know Shymeek from fuckin 212 [yeah yeah yea]
The nigga just got bust, niggas in the Black Land, god
Word is bond, came thru God from out of nowhere, God
Word is bond, I'm comin to get my Culture Cypher, god
And it just--, word is bond, crazy shots just went the fuck off
The nigga layin there like a fuckin new born fuckin baby God
[M] Is he dead? [word up]
[G] Is he fuckin dead, what the fuck you mean is he fuckin dead god
What kind of question is that B, what the fuck you think?
The nigga layin there with this fuckin all types of fuckin blood
Comin out of his--
[U] Easy, easy, easy, easy, kid
[G] Yo God, whats up God, it's the God, god, word is bond
I'm waitin to fuckin late, i'm ready to get busy
[R] Let's go do- let's go do what we gotta do right fuck it
[U] What's up yo, yo we out or what?
[G] It's the god ya, fuck that
We out, got a problem man
What the fuck
[U] Nigga still sweatin
[G] What the fuck is you talkin about man, get the fuck outta here
[R] Corn
[Intro: Raekwon (Method Man)]
(Take that motherfucker)
{WHAT? WHAT?
GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!}
{Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz}
Word to the Camouflauge Large niggaz
(Niggaz fuckin my body)
Bring that fuckin meth in here
(Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain
and yo, set it off)
[Raekwon]
Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN (down)
As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
but giving you more and more, like ding!
Nah shorty, get you open like six packs
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks
Aight? I kick it like a Night Flight!
Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!
Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
Just like rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just break you down
Raw sound, we going to war right now
So, yo, bombin
We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments
Save ya breath before I bomb it
[Method Man]
I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword
So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, Tical
The FUCK you wanna do? For this micpiece du'
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the Ginseng root
PLO style, buddha monks with the owls
So who's the fuckin man? Meth-Tical
On the chessbox
[Kung Fu sample]
*sounds of fighting*
"Wu-Tang style"
[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, Inspectah, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the skill that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear
The Scooby Doo, I pop strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system - for murderin the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode
Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode
[Ghostface Killah]
Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst
I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock
I ran up in spots like Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic
Flashback's how I attacked your whole project
I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die
My seed'll be ill like me
Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck
I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave
[RZA]
Yo
Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open like falopian tubes
I bring death to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, jam is fatal
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong winds up against your
Abbott, that run up through your county like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics
[Kung Fu sample]
*sounds of fighting*
"Wu-Tang style"
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty Bastard from the squad
Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb
I got funky fresh, like the old specialist
A carrier, messenger, bury ya
This experience is for the whole experience
Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE
[Kung Fu sample]
*sounds of fighting*
"Wu-Tang style"
[GZA]
My my my
My Clan is thick like plaster
Bust ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Masta Killa
Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla
I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now it's all over
Niggaz seein pink hearts, yellow moons
Orange stars and green clovers

Watsky - London Eclipse lyrics

Watsky - London Eclipse lyrics



London Eclipse by Watsky


Come, the moon is over the sun
We’ll use the shadows to run
No one can stop us from leaving
Come, the moon is over the sun
We’ll use the shadows to run
No one can stop us from leaving
Breathing’s boring
What a stupid task it’s
Only 8 a.m. this train’s a moving casket
Brew it black and spike your coffee with your flask
Before you leave the house each day pull on your ‘f**k you’ mask
You know that sad disguise
You know that patch of lies
Commuters pull their papers wide so folks can’t catch their eyes
We let these years of tears build up and now it’s heavy stakes
And we might drown this city if we let these levees break
So I gotta get a grip
Show ‘em I won’t let it slip
I know that what’s done is done and so that’s why it’s dumb to trip
I’m not scratching at the walls, that’s London at my fingertips
They use the news from yesterday to wrap tomorrow’s fish and chips
So you can print me on pretty, colorful paper
Right next to the psycho b**ch who allegedly stabbed her neighbor
And I’ll be looking back up atcha until you’re ready to crumple me up
Oh, oh, oh
[Hook]
At the last eclipse, I was living as a single man
My girl’s looking through a pinhole camera
That she made out of a Pringle’s can
Pointed upwards at a gray London sky, pretending she could see the sun (the sun)
And I’m really looking right at her thinking maybe she could be the one
We could run
New York, L.A., UK, what do you say
Got no plans
Got no faith
Another new sun, gonna bring a new day
I wait to queue for the Baker loo, then I take the tube
30 minutes heading to Kent
And I’m coming straight to you with a big bouquet
We’re not anchored
We got our freedom and we can wander any path that we wanna on the planet
Damn it we don’t even need a answer
And I’m looking at all the 9 to 5ers on the train
But all the 9 to 5ers on the train are lookin at your pretty faces
Lookin at the sun that only you can see up in the Evening Standard
This could be home to me
Home could be anywhere
We could be anywhere
We could be free
I’m happy with you
If you were somewhere new
Do you think you still could be happy with me?
Timing is key and our timing was keen
And time is as slow and so why should we baby
You make me weak in the knees
We could move every weekend but only if we can agree to where
Home could be anywhere
We could be anywhere
We could be free
I’m happy with you
If you were somewhere new
Do you think you still could be happy with me?
Timing is key and our timing was keen
And time is as slow and so why should we baby
You make me weak in the knees
We could move every weekend but only if we can agree to where
[Hook]

Wave - Praise And Adore lyrics

Wave - Praise And Adore lyrics



Praise And Adore by Wave


What I have to say is obvious
And knowledge free,
For all of us are
You're word leaves us with no excuse
The paths we choose make us who we are
There's a breeze blowing through
Here tonight
So I praise and adore you
Lay it all down before you
In every way you're beautiful
From my heart
I praise and adore you
Made the world beautiful
And I cannot sit and deny you created life
And some live without it
Wake up morning sunrise in my eyes
At night the moon lights all the skies
The sound of hope that's in the air
And everything that's everywhere
There's a breeze blowing through
Here tonight
So I praise and adore you
Lay it all down before you
In every way you're beautiful
From my heart
I praise and adore you
Made the world beautiful
And I cannot stand and deny you created life
And some live without it
And it's true
It's for you
So I praise and adore you
Lay it all down before you
In every way you're beautiful
From my heart
And I every breath I take
There's no way
Accident created this place
Praise and adore you
Lay it all down before you
In every way you're beautiful
From my heart
I praise and adore you
Made the world so beautiful
I cannot stand and deny you created life
And some live without it
And some live without it

Wu-Syndicate - America lyrics

Wu-Syndicate - America lyrics



America by Wu-Syndicate


Intro: Killah Priest, Raekwon
Continous
Yeah, youknowhatI'msayin?
Wu-Tang
Aiyyo aiyyo, come on yo yo yo I'ma shoot over here
On that AIDS thing
YouknowhatI'msayin? I'm gonna just slide in the studio quick
Yo, yo
And get this done
Verse One: Killah Priest
When you're sexually frustrated, plus waiting for a long time
You both had strong minds
Combined with feelings, she seems appealing
For each other, discreet lover, no longer keeps brothers
Smothered under deep covers
Erotic programs, Moet and slow jams
Enough to make you hold hands
And plus you a bold man
You fall in a manhole, where the forbidden tree grow
And bullshit ego, of fly negro
Whole garden sour, polluted with a dead flower
Months later, he's layin on a respirator
Depending on a generator, to keep his heart moving
And start losing sight in his right eye
In weeks he might die
Verse Two: Raekwon
Yeah, uh-huh
I know this dope-fiend cat, word up, his name is Javier
Part-time shooter sharing needles in the stairs
Wise guys disguised as a fly guy
You gettin high right? Weeded up with red shit in your right eye
Youse a menace, your brain cells finished
Begging forgiveness, calling that up top shit syphillis
You know what you was gettin into
Try to guess on what I've been through
Fuck shorty raw then she scared you
Chorus: Raekwon
AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
Coming from the Wu, it's real
AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
Coming from my crew, it's real
Verse Three: RZA
My nigga Chuck, he loved to fuck
Everything exotic bitches down to ugly ducks
Like Nancy, who liked the fancy tickles
So he put popsicles on her nipples to make her sex passion
Triple quadriple, until she bust
Overcome with passion, big ass want lust upon him
But nigga he forsake to grab the condom
Fuck it, he said AIDS, was government made
To keep niggaz afraid so they won't get laid no babies be made
And the black population will decrease within a decade
German warfare product against the dark shade
Chorus:
AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
Coming from my crew, it's real
AIDS kills, word up respect this, yo
Coming from the Wu, it's real
Verse Four: Master Killer, Inspector Deck
Caught by the gravitation earth rotation
Six in the sex is deep, when you can't see clear
Through the sheer brassiere, toke back
Smoking a spliff, sippin cognac, God
You know my two love songs, Bobby Womack tracks
Got her fat ass layin flat on her back
Yo, as she lay, she wore a silk gray neglige
Alehze pours, the radio play, Marvin Gaye
What's Going On? As she screams Sexual Healing
Couldn't fight the feeling her legs hit the ceiling
Hittin all positions dipped in for quick love
She's professional she does this shit in strip clubs
Flied in June until she Acquired Immune Deficiency
Now misery is the Syndrome
Outro: Raekwon and others
Oh shit, God that's wild
Damn, that's some cherry flavor shit going on though kid
For real, knowhatI'msayin?
What about the exotic type
Caskets is waitin for brothers
Word up slide on the joints baby
Before you go to sex take protection
Word up
AIDS kills, word up respect this
America Is Dying Slowly (4x)
Yeah, word yo, sliding up in this store right here
I ain't even playing that man, for real
Dig it
Respect how I'm living kid
Here forever, word up
Lubricated joints, ribbed joints is bangin
But they still playing the hotel door man
Word, you know how that be though, you know how that be
Yo, just gettin to be too old
Chick over there lookin like Sonny and Cher
Over there
Yeah
America Is Dying Slowly
Surely
America Is Dying Slowly
America Is Dying Slowly
Remember that! Syndrome, be the resident
America Is Dying Slowly
Wu-Tang, Syndrome, be the resident
Noodles, Bobby Steels, Lou Diamonds, Killer Priest
Rolly Rollie Fingers, Johnathan Blaze, Maximillion
Prodigal Sons, Anthony Starks, Hellrazor
Prodigal Son, and in the place, Sixty Second
Sunz of Man, Gambinos, forever...
Keep it safe!
Ol Dirt Schultz, word up baby
Protect yourself!
Keep it safe

Wu-Syndicate - Back In The Game lyrics

Wu-Syndicate - Back In The Game lyrics



Back In The Game by Wu-Syndicate


"It's true - the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang, could be dangerous!"
[Method Man]
Uh-huh, Mr. Biggs, Track Masters (woo!)
It's a Wu-Tang official right here y'know
[Inspectah Deck]
Yeah, the employees of the year yeah we're back to work
We took time off, while other rappers got jerked
Shit's bout to change now, it's a shame how
Things ain't the same but I'm back in the game now
And as we step in the door, we cause panic
Yep, the usual suspects, we at it
Vexed at it, y'all went a week with the belt
Few chicks felt your style, now you feelin yourself
Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old
I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold
Crops with the prose where cops won't dare go
Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes
Still me - always have and will be
Ill G - it's silly to hate but feel free
Hey - hear what I say, they gotta pay
And my return is like Christ, declare the holiday
[Chorus: Ron Isley]
Back in the game now.. copped me some weed now
My people bout to eat now.. shit's bout to change now
Back in the game now.. all my niggaz in the hood now
Better catch up now.. shit's bout to change now
[Method Man]
Uh, y'all see I'm in the street strugglin
Young dumb and thuggin, give a FUCK about nuttin
Stuck at rock bottom, tryin to come up on somethin
Pumpin from sundown to sun-up, we hustlin
Vision my nigga now get in where you fit in
And see prison, as just the high cost of livin the life
Ante up cause if you blow the dice
On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin home tonight
That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife
Been buryin my folks ever since they raised the price on the coke
Searchin for a quick antidote
Mo' money, mo' problems to cope
[GZA]
We were at the same table when the chips were checked
A gamblin +Rebel+ who +Inspects+ the +Deck+
Just when you thought we would fold our hand
Against all odds we raised the bet like we changed the plans
It was live on air but in between station breaks
I was holdin a pair and just made the table stakes
Split the demos, put insurance on tapes
A safeguard against the crusaders in capes
If I double down they say the Gods are sharks
If we win against the house they thought the cards was marked
We draw hit after hit from a royal flush menu
While the dealer promoted the full house venue
A spade in the club with the heart to wear diamonds
The high roller who got credit upon signin
They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle
Recourse of bluff game's your muscle
[Chorus - 0.75X]
[Raekwon] Say what? ("Shaolin shadowboxing!")
[R. Isley] Shit's bout to change..
[Raekwon the Chef]
Aiyyo, on rainy days I sit back and count ways on
How to get rich, coolin with a mean I'll Jamaican bitch
Banana coat matchin with the ratchet
Lil' black weave sweatpants style, air force is actin
Jump in the 6, kicks look crisp, talkin bout the bird
Flow through your hood in the mean tints that's giant
It's like the family that flipped on you for lyin
Buried you alive, left your whore cryin
We on your floor look more doors
Dey ain't ate either, I hope y'all niggaz is armed
And when we get there, all my niggaz in the mix
Yeah Shallah Lex, Diamond got me buyin Louis Rich
[Ghostface Killah]
Most people say the Clan was missin since I got dropped offa radio
Overnight your whole style was bitten in the process
Everybody switched they names like
Whatcha call it, any fast (?)
It was the Gods that repped that, sharkskin dark skinned bitches
Clarks from Digi left the game dizzy
Ooh got busy, that dancey shit slid through
We had to stay hood cause that's who we been through
RZA came through, mastermind got the cash and power
Proof that power plastered divine classical lines
Mathematical rhymes, the style is unbearable
Now niggaz with the radical shines
It's Ghost-Deini, every coast need me
We back motherfucker that's right, it's the W.T.C.
World Trade Center, Wu-Tang Clan
We brought so much heat that we was givin you tears an' shit
[Chorus]
[Ron Isley ad libs to fade]

Watermark - You are my stronghold lyrics

Watermark - You are my stronghold lyrics



You are my stronghold by Watermark


Lord you are my light and my salvation
Whom shall I fear if you are near
Lord you are my peace when there is war all around me
And even here inside me I will have no fear
Oh Lord you're my protection from my enemies
You set me high upon a rock and You defend my soul
And when their ways advance against me
I am confident that they cannot make me less, for you have made me whole
O Lord, you are my stronghold
You are my stronghold
Lord you are my strength so let my head be lifted up
That I may glory in the ways you've overcome
Lord you are my home because you've created in me,
a heart that lives the victory that you've already won
(x2)
Oh Lord you're my protection from my enemies
You set me high upon a rock and You defend my soul
And when their ways advance against me
I am confident that they cannot make me less, for you have made me whole
O Lord, you are my stronghold
You are my stronghold