're gettin' outside yourself You're gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself You're gettin' outside yourself, boy You're gettin' outside yourself Well, back in the days
sing... Holy, Holy... Your ways are lovely. So high above me. Yahweh. Yahweh, Yahweh... Great is your glory when you go before me Oh, we sing... Holy, Holy
on the electric cello Which she ain't never studied And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary About his inability to hold an erection on the high holy days
reveal how powerless I am But there is One whose voice alone Brings me peace And when on high, he hears my cry He gives to me This holy energy can
all you gotta do He'll take care of you, now all praises due All praises due to the Most High (To the Most High) To the Most High heed your prayer to
be found in a ditch My name should be Robin Banks, the way I be robbin banks I'm a fiend for the S-500, I want it Used to stay high and blunted, but
paint, throwin' elbows My first fight was me against five boroughs I lost my first witch but remembered every detail of my first kiss That's that Bronx Tale bliss, the holiest of holies
is not a test we come together for the birth of a God, a new God Download the bible in your silicon church preachin' the word of the holy man you lost
on my story Behind a thousand centuries Like an old forgotten toy Am I real or just a forgery A million books of mystery A dinausaurus flying high Above a holy
, back to the essence With that shit you stressin, this rap profession Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin Isle plus my style, Criminology pays The last times and days
' Whittaker Dang, he caught Whittaker Mmm hmm He caught Whittaker a long time ago Mike got touched Then Mike got touched by Holy field Holy field, yeah
dah dah La la la Dreamy days (La la la la) Come what may (La la la la) We feel no way (La la) There's gonna be fun and lots of laughter Dreamy days
can only make money Past perfect tense Words for a feeling and all I've discovered I'll be along son with medicine Supposed to, designed to make you high
man's an island in the desert of his soul Take to the sky, there's nowhere else to go And fly away I can remember all the days of my life Cold, dark
are everything, holy, that?s what the angels sing, and I owe You the rest of my days (Chorus B) And I will worship You most high, for You are Lord
to this one Brought me to repentance, homie I'm blood-purchased And daily I'm conformed to His holiness, so I worship Jesus finished the work, He resurrected on high
that see me are left Holy as the Ghost For that lucci, it's all about that lucci Lucci, it's all about that Gettin' money in many ways in these last days
1-800 Get At Me My flow's, no holds barred, Holy Jihad It's the head n**** in charge, Meth, back on the job Like back in the days, back when, the game