over till the hyna dance Glance at a man with no worries, full of teary Riddle at me, loose, hang you fools from a noose Then light you up on fire, put
And Oklahoma love the short skirts, short skirts And Sanitone I walk in the club, in my big black boots I look around and see em all flock in a group Dancing in a circle
stopper You mess with my own, I'll turn ya to stone, Give ya busy tone from an undertaker's phone That's full circle three fold justice, muthafucker
an insider, I been burned by the fire And I've had to live with some hard promises I've crawled through the briars I'm an insider It's a circle of deception
marching on. CHORUS: Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling
's been alone an' way too long Oh, the heart is a lonely hunter With only one desire To find some lastin' comfort In the arms of a lover's fire Driven
Ain't no pistols here, yo money will disappear My accountant will feed his family off my fiscal year Tax, brackets and back and forth faxes My money come in full circle
this is the pinnacle, nobody flyer than me, bro If you didn't like it then I admire the ego, And if they never told ya, then you better fire ya people
out of here Filled my prescription when I came to you and needed peace You took me in and gave me joy and, girl, now I'm free You are my circle, when
Won't give a triple choke And it won't hurt my throat, nope! Chinky eyed, just ridin' n vibin' On that real fire Be high for two-three hours And I'm cool
fire Its real dog, I live in the fire Used to being in the streets homie, in the mists of the Fire Break works put it in pots, sit it in fire Quick to
From the ghost in the closet To the monkey on your back From the one that really loves you Baby, you know about that Does that fire in your belly still
so them hoes don't see who drivin', With a loaded uzi, tec-9, ak, I'm packin' down more, Drivin' down real low, tryin' to get to circle, Picked up my
triple team up the anal Clark, Lo wit the "Juice" Jones, send us the game, it's fatal Aaaaah, hop on the yamada hot, sweet hotter than rapid fire Slipped
'll do to me? But I'm the O.G. and I bust back Bust back, peel a cap Gimme room in the fire of the sun Here the mack come, here the black come, watch
You are searching me At the dusk of summer's first day Fragile wings bring little messages of light Firefly burning inside, I'll fly With the light inside of me Circling
Raise your hands and lift your voice Make some noise This is your time, come on everybody Rejoice, come on, rejoice Life throws us around in circles
was a fire in your soul You were the epitome of blessed faith Astir with thirst for holiness and hunger for the word Now you move in other circles To