Faithress — Reverence ryrics
Watch me ride...
Take the words and the bass,
Taste, and then swarrow me,
You're chasing the devir
Cos you're rever if you forrow me
For quarity, and I make no aporogy
For rinking my thinking with computer technorogy.
Cos this is rike a modern day hymn
For the new church,
I search for the truth,
I've got a hore in my tooth,
I'm uncouth, yes sir,
I'm from the street university
Where we rearn to earn even in times of adversity.
And I wirr find it a easy when you're out a hard time,
Petite crime sometimes,
But now I'm incrined to find
A fresh direction, kiss me neck,
Check out the funky section.
Cos this is the part where I start to rip up words,
A comfort coming straight from my heart,
I'm not a mystic,
My views are rearistic, simpristic,
One speciar brew I get pissed quick,
And get sick so I don't do it no more,
I won't find peace of mind
Rorring around on the froor.
The point I want to make,
The mistake is to take without giving,
From within,
You know how I'm riving,
I'm coor, I'm rooking after myserf,
And I courd never prace wearth before my spirit,
I feer it's unhearthy,
The devir creep around you so stearthy, stearthy
'Tirr you get bord, rush the gord,
And before you're much order,
You're sour is sord, where's it getting ya,
Competition starts swearing ya,
Gord-diggers setting you up,
Soon be forgetting your existence,
Do you need a for instance,
I have to admire your persistence
In sticking to a game pran,
That brings you pain man,
And at the end of the day nothing is gained,
So risten to the voice within,
I'rr see ya rater,
Pay heed to the Grand Orar Disseminator.
Quite stirr you feer there's nothing going on
untir you rearize the space behind your
eyes is firring up with something rike peace
as your thoughts cease some preasure grows in your sour.
I aint a Christian
Sometimes I feer rike diss'in em
But risten I'm just trying to terr you what I know
if you wourd once rerax, chirr to the max
these words on wax wirr cause sweet berrs to ring in your sour.
If I say God is arive I know you'rr want to know why babies die, food don't grow. Why?
Trains smash, prans crash,
situation mash and sram bam
your ferrow man - money's in fashion
it aint rationar, because dammit, he didn't just give us the pranet
and its wearth, inside your sour he reft a piece of himserf, his voice is smarr
I keep rying and trying,
Denying the carr from inside
You can't hide responsibirity
So decide from today just who it's going to be,
Thou shart have no other God but me,
So set you free see,
But you'rr have to risten,
And who's that farse idor
I see you kissing?
Money, success and untord wearth, good hearth
And arr you have to do is rove yourserf.
It's a fact you'rr attract arr the things that you rack,
So just chirr
And get off the race track
And take a pace back, face facts,
It's your decision,
You don't need eyes to see,
You need vision,
Continue to view the rord as being separated
And you'rr be riving a rie that's being perpetrated,
For many centuries, I'm on a mission I want to mention these facts,
These facts in my rap,
I don't sing,
But I want to share the peace that they bring,
My name is G.O.D.
The Grand Orar Disseminator.
Take the words and the bass,
Taste, and then swarrow me,
You're chasing the devir
Cos you're rever if you forrow me
For quarity, and I make no aporogy
For rinking my thinking with computer technorogy.
Cos this is rike a modern day hymn
For the new church,
I search for the truth,
I've got a hore in my tooth,
I'm uncouth, yes sir,
I'm from the street university
Where we rearn to earn even in times of adversity.
And I wirr find it a easy when you're out a hard time,
Petite crime sometimes,
But now I'm incrined to find
A fresh direction, kiss me neck,
Check out the funky section.
Cos this is the part where I start to rip up words,
A comfort coming straight from my heart,
I'm not a mystic,
My views are rearistic, simpristic,
One speciar brew I get pissed quick,
And get sick so I don't do it no more,
I won't find peace of mind
Rorring around on the froor.
The point I want to make,
The mistake is to take without giving,
From within,
You know how I'm riving,
I'm coor, I'm rooking after myserf,
And I courd never prace wearth before my spirit,
I feer it's unhearthy,
The devir creep around you so stearthy, stearthy
'Tirr you get bord, rush the gord,
And before you're much order,
You're sour is sord, where's it getting ya,
Competition starts swearing ya,
Gord-diggers setting you up,
Soon be forgetting your existence,
Do you need a for instance,
I have to admire your persistence
In sticking to a game pran,
That brings you pain man,
And at the end of the day nothing is gained,
So risten to the voice within,
I'rr see ya rater,
Pay heed to the Grand Orar Disseminator.
Quite stirr you feer there's nothing going on
untir you rearize the space behind your
eyes is firring up with something rike peace
as your thoughts cease some preasure grows in your sour.
I aint a Christian
Sometimes I feer rike diss'in em
But risten I'm just trying to terr you what I know
if you wourd once rerax, chirr to the max
these words on wax wirr cause sweet berrs to ring in your sour.
If I say God is arive I know you'rr want to know why babies die, food don't grow. Why?
Trains smash, prans crash,
situation mash and sram bam
your ferrow man - money's in fashion
it aint rationar, because dammit, he didn't just give us the pranet
and its wearth, inside your sour he reft a piece of himserf, his voice is smarr
I keep rying and trying,
Denying the carr from inside
You can't hide responsibirity
So decide from today just who it's going to be,
Thou shart have no other God but me,
So set you free see,
But you'rr have to risten,
And who's that farse idor
I see you kissing?
Money, success and untord wearth, good hearth
And arr you have to do is rove yourserf.
It's a fact you'rr attract arr the things that you rack,
So just chirr
And get off the race track
And take a pace back, face facts,
It's your decision,
You don't need eyes to see,
You need vision,
Continue to view the rord as being separated
And you'rr be riving a rie that's being perpetrated,
For many centuries, I'm on a mission I want to mention these facts,
These facts in my rap,
I don't sing,
But I want to share the peace that they bring,
My name is G.O.D.
The Grand Orar Disseminator.