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  • Delivered straight from the temple
    Hip-hop ya don't stop
    One o' clock, two o' clock, three o' clock,
    ROCK!! [Lauryn Hill]
    Well as an infant
    I was born into religion
    My mother called me back - this brother she forgot to mention
    Was just one baptist - me!
    The stories o'
    God sent His only forgotten sooonnn who gave his life to make sure that
    I would have one
    As I learned in
    Sunday School, he's got to care of who's ready to disrespect, my mother and father would be
    Taboo But as
    I grew, I met a
    Jew, a Catholic and the pastor just couldn't figure out where baptist fit
    Hastily ya paid me that'cha make me sing
    Brother has confronted me, mister ??
    I get Jehovah, a
    Buddha or shall
    I call you
    Adder or though rich for tellin' me brother
    I just like to be a scholar on the subject called realogy
    So that's how
    I might figure why they call themselves
    Christians, ya still call me *****
    And off to store a black hole leaves no control over thought
    I leave my body to see the pits go high when the physical takes control
    No communications with the inner stealth
    The prize is the up the wise, wise who has a spiritual health
    Now to explain they had the problems/visions of gettin' along with herself
    She bought a corner, cornered herself and becomes a mourner
    Logic brothers... (Ahhh, yo sister can Praswell and Wyclef get some, check it out) [Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
    Delivered straight from the temple
    Hip-hop ya don't stop
    One o' clock, two o' clock, three o' clock,
    ROCK!! [Wyclef Jean]
    Delivered straight from the (TEMPLE),
    I had no time to (SAMPLE)
    My cousin's name was (SAMUEL),
    I wasn't allowed to use the turntables
    My dad was a preacher, so rap music was your devilism
    And if it wasn't say:
    Thank You
    Lord, I couldn't listen
    So why you s-sneak to listen to
    DJ Red Alert?
    To check the competition, a
    DJ Red Alert goes berserk
    Cause as a young lad,
    I had a big rap pad
    Cause he who wanted to practice would someday be the greatest guy
    So I checked them as they flippin' sometimes they're not flippin', they think they rippin'-rappin' the only rappin' they doin' is in they room before they packin'
    You gained the world sucker, but you lost your soul (The devil approach you us, all you do is tell a foe)
    Life after death could be eternal fire
    So some get blunted but you're back all on this when it's all over
    Mama said that blunt was a stunt to the brain
    So some say:
    I don't smoke but on a sneak-tip he sniff coke
    He won the lotto but now he dies of an overdose
    While the bum he picked a hole to sleep he wanted a deep throat
    So ask yourself the question:
    Who's really maxin'?
    Cause some check in but don't check out and either
    Hell or Heaven high
    But to some
    Earth is Hell and
    Heaven's death
    So they predict to be
    Haiti's and kill till there's nothin' left, hah
    But I'ma hit with a gun, that's harder than all guns
    Mic check from the temple, check the
    Tech (And start the nuzzle to get wreck)
    Can I get a witness? (Check the Tech)
    Get wreck (Check the Tech), check the
    Tech (And start the nuzzle to get wreck), can
    I get a witness? (Check the Techs), here we go yo
    Well I arrive let me tell you what
    I see in my third eye
    Many die they call a battle, they got crucified
    Justice, is righteous, in the eyes of the beholder
    While the, younger the better but the, older the wiser
    Mama used to read in deep from the book of powers
    But the bird said the word was absurd, have ya heard?
    Knowledge -
    I come to teach while
    I increase ya decrease
    Some say peace, but on a street a .45's my piece [Pras]
    Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise me two things try all my cheap -
    COME!! On the nineteenth of
    October I remember startin' my life as a natural leaver
    Cause I lick one-two-three-four-five-six-seven shots
    While any priest here builds his church on a solid rock, hit me
    So feel the spirit comin' from the
    Heaven above (Ay, Pras, how could you be a hood in full of so much love?)
    I said: On every man chest there breathes a heart
    Hip-hop where it starts,
    I tried to master the art, come on!!
  • Delivered straight from the temple
    Hip-hop ya don't stop
    One o' clock, two o' clock, three o' clock,
    ROCK!! [Lauryn Hill]
    Well as an infant
    I was born into religion
    My mother called me back - this brother she forgot to mention
    Was just one baptist - me!
    The stories o'
    God sent His only forgotten sooonnn who gave his life to make sure that
    I would have one
    As I learned in
    Sunday School, he's got to care of who's ready to disrespect, my mother and father would be
    Taboo But as
    I grew, I met a
    Jew, a Catholic and the pastor just couldn't figure out where baptist fit
    Hastily ya paid me that'cha make me sing
    Brother has confronted me, mister ??
    I get Jehovah, a
    Buddha or shall
    I call you
    Adder or though rich for tellin' me brother
    I just like to be a scholar on the subject called realogy
    So that's how
    I might figure why they call themselves
    Christians, ya still call me *****
    And off to store a black hole leaves no control over thought
    I leave my body to see the pits go high when the physical takes control
    No communications with the inner stealth
    The prize is the up the wise, wise who has a spiritual health
    Now to explain they had the problems/visions of gettin' along with herself
    She bought a corner, cornered herself and becomes a mourner
    Logic brothers... (Ahhh, yo sister can Praswell and Wyclef get some, check it out) [Chorus: Wyclef Jean]
    Delivered straight from the temple
    Hip-hop ya don't stop
    One o' clock, two o' clock, three o' clock,
    ROCK!! [Wyclef Jean]
    Delivered straight from the (TEMPLE),
    I had no time to (SAMPLE)
    My cousin's name was (SAMUEL),
    I wasn't allowed to use the turntables
    My dad was a preacher, so rap music was your devilism
    And if it wasn't say:
    Thank You
    Lord, I couldn't listen
    So why you s-sneak to listen to
    DJ Red Alert?
    To check the competition, a
    DJ Red Alert goes berserk
    Cause as a young lad,
    I had a big rap pad
    Cause he who wanted to practice would someday be the greatest guy
    So I checked them as they flippin' sometimes they're not flippin', they think they rippin'-rappin' the only rappin' they doin' is in they room before they packin'
    You gained the world sucker, but you lost your soul (The devil approach you us, all you do is tell a foe)
    Life after death could be eternal fire
    So some get blunted but you're back all on this when it's all over
    Mama said that blunt was a stunt to the brain
    So some say:
    I don't smoke but on a sneak-tip he sniff coke
    He won the lotto but now he dies of an overdose
    While the bum he picked a hole to sleep he wanted a deep throat
    So ask yourself the question:
    Who's really maxin'?
    Cause some check in but don't check out and either
    Hell or Heaven high
    But to some
    Earth is Hell and
    Heaven's death
    So they predict to be
    Haiti's and kill till there's nothin' left, hah
    But I'ma hit with a gun, that's harder than all guns
    Mic check from the temple, check the
    Tech (And start the nuzzle to get wreck)
    Can I get a witness? (Check the Tech)
    Get wreck (Check the Tech), check the
    Tech (And start the nuzzle to get wreck), can
    I get a witness? (Check the Techs), here we go yo
    Well I arrive let me tell you what
    I see in my third eye
    Many die they call a battle, they got crucified
    Justice, is righteous, in the eyes of the beholder
    While the, younger the better but the, older the wiser
    Mama used to read in deep from the book of powers
    But the bird said the word was absurd, have ya heard?
    Knowledge -
    I come to teach while
    I increase ya decrease
    Some say peace, but on a street a .45's my piece [Pras]
    Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise me two things try all my cheap -
    COME!! On the nineteenth of
    October I remember startin' my life as a natural leaver
    Cause I lick one-two-three-four-five-six-seven shots
    While any priest here builds his church on a solid rock, hit me
    So feel the spirit comin' from the
    Heaven above (Ay, Pras, how could you be a hood in full of so much love?)
    I said: On every man chest there breathes a heart
    Hip-hop where it starts,
    I tried to master the art, come on!!