Y'all don't know, y'all don't know your body is a temple? A temple to the living God? Don't get gassed y'all All my sisters out there, here's the truth
Yeah, yeah, let's switch the flow up a little Word, bring the love back, here we go You ever lost somebody A member of your party Your daddy, maybe mommy
At midday today, some Americans attended memorial services For victims of Tuesday's acts of terrorism Thousands gathered at Chicago's Daily Plaza Hundreds
You ready to go? I'm ready to go What about y'all, y'all ready to go? Yeah aight yeah I'm ready to go, look Know thy self and thou shalt know, the universe
C'mon, gather 'round now, gather 'round now, look now How many times did you pre-meditate What you thought was your fate, 'cause you couldn't just wait
Staring at the ceiling, the roof has a face It's telling me, I don't belong with the human race He's asking me to join him, in eternal sleep I give him
Jesus I don't wanna die alone Jesus oh Jesus I don't wanna die alone My love wasn't true Now all I have is you Jesus oh Jesus I don't wanna die alone
he's a mental giant, that's what they say he's a mental giant to those whom may say oh..oh..oh..ohh.oh hey! hey! hey! i'm lookin' down on you niggaz
Yo, fuck Octagon Don't ask me about that fuckin shit Fuckin ask me about that fuckin shit again I ain't doin that type of shit (I ain't doin that shit
It's like I dressed up in my mother's clothing It's like I'm talking to a voice that doesn't exist It's like I got a wire crossed upstairs But all I want
The beat is getting stronger I can't take it any longer Every time I try to sleep I wake up to This beat inside of me You can't ignore this beat You have
Knight of virtue Men of war Ideals of your time Sense of duty You've done what they expect you to do Missiles'll save us In Video games they do Mental
Thank you, mother, thank you for my life Forgive me, father, for I was running blind Time to prove the evolution First to feel it, last to get Spiritual
Well, I hope that the friend You've thrown yourself with Gets drunk and loses his job And that the road you're travellin' on Gets dusty, rocky and hard
Spiritual thought, spiritual life Spiritual City, spiritual wife Spiritual work, spiritual war Spiritual people, spiritual law Hey ho sk'doodle-addle
Written by GLENN TIPTON & CHRIS TSANGARIDES Unholy Satan begs He don't make no sense Striving down there to Recruit all of you Do not live in sin Or
[Lyrics: L. Harrison; music: Monstrosity] Dismal. Fears that I have known haunt me. Words cannot express my torture. I mourn reality Conceal, the scars
Me and myself We're not one of you We have an alibi To always get through Me and myself My mentor and guide You're my tormentor Always by my side Not