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IMMANUEL
How could God fold in to the fabric of cold skin
so that old men under a star could hold Him?
born in a bin cuz the city had no Inn
what a pity that the people didnt know Him
Oh! Bethelehem your sky was so thin
didnt even try to hide the Hope within
heavens open wide to let the oceans swim
"Peace on Earth" spoke the Golden Rim
of angels found a few of lifes broken men
to show the rest of us how to behold a gem
go and tell the Word thats now life and limb
that Immanuel will grow to throw the yoke of sin
hope cant choke the well of grace were soaking in
nor provoke the Son of Man to turn stone bread thin
youre not alone my friend the very bones you bend
hinge upon the fact that Gods throne extends
you could comb the ends of the earth without rest
stockpile all the treasures that youve sown in flesh
God smiles Hes the one whose always known you best
thrown himself head first into our broken dress
BRIDGE
Everywhere that we go, everywhere, everywhere
CHORUS
Christ among the people his life without equal
I write to right evil this fight to bring lethally
bright to dark we know that light is just sequal
to mic me through steeple windpipe I gotta show (blow)
You swear Youre right there so Im tearing at thin air
been daring You to let me catch a glimpse but where
frantic for the touch of a Maker that might care
like clutching for the sun but only catching the glare
a fetching fine lady thats letting you stare but
your betting paycheck that really she dont care
like no tapedeck for that cassette to blare
is it still Illmatic if the static impair?
I want work my fingers through the dirt to get a handful
of Your body that was broken just to feel something tangible
and then sample a storm between my lips
just to savor the flavor of warm rain when God spits
I want to grip both sides of Your face
and steal a last glimpse of the sun before the daybreaks
tip the cosmos craddeling space
until Im able to taste the liquor of Gods grace
OUTRO
A gardens no place to spill blood or break a sweat
where creation tries to press itself through earths fallowed flesh
saw the Son of Man’s chest fill with love to brace for death
in His face the resurrection reflected with each breath
as he wept even still in the quietness they slept
bless My children who have gone, walked with Me, and havent yet
cuz id die a thousand deaths upon the cross the crucify
this gap between us both cuz thats the reason why
Can’t, can’t can’t sleep, can’t, can’t Rip Van Winkle
Nothin but the heartfelt on each an every single.
-the Have Nots
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BLACK JESUS
QvistarGo
hair like wool, Big Beard... Black Jesus/
i got gifts for the whole town... Black Santa/
my rap dreams used to include a Black Phantom/
now i want a fleet of 5 all-Black Tahoes/
Black MoBsters, my disciples go wherever i go/
don't confuse for me Black Disciple, i push the 5 though/
Last Supper of the night, Red LoBster/
the devil is lie, i'm an angel in this Prada eating angel hair pasta/
American Shotta... Waco, Texas Rasta/
Ballin' like a nigga on the Houston Texans roster/
this shit designer, hip-hop Balenciaga... rap Givenchy/
But i'm MK forever, nigga... Mixtape Killa, nigga/
Lil' Mike on the mic, Mixtape Thriller, nigga/
Jesus had to Be Black, that's how they treat a nigga/
i'm tryna tell them i'm God's Gift, they don't Believe a nigga/
eyes Bleeding, i'm down to die for what i Believe in nigga/
hair like wool, Big Beard... Black Jesus, nigga
hair like wool, Big Beard... Black Jesus/
homie asked me "do you pray to God or do you pray to Jesus?"/
i pray to God in the name of Jesus/
you don't play with God & you don't play with Jesus/
the devil's deceiving, you can't Believe him/
25 [mixtapes] in 4 quarters, ain't take a Breather/
my fans & my haters seated in the same Bleachers/
But it ain't Beef until you see us shooting up Caprices/
hair like wool, Big Beard... Black Jesus/
young Black genius, all year is tax season/
my New Year's Resolution, 100 racks even by the summer/
all i gotta do is stack, it's that easy/
Black Jesus, niggas threw me in the cross/
quit every joB i ever had, always knew i'd Be a Boss/
tatted up with that Big Beard, call me Wiz Ross/
wifey looking like a mixed, long hair Amber Rose/
fashion pros, never catch us wearing average clothes/
praying, smoking on that Mother Mary from the Motherland/
riding clean through the hood... Black preacher, n!gga/
hair like wool, Big Beard... Black Jesus, n!gga
hair like wool, Big Beard... Black Jesus/
chinchilla dreads, i only wash my shit with rain water/
can't wash them when i'm down in Southern California/
wifey flawless like "what if God had a daughter?"/
the loud smoke followed By the Black & Mild smoke/
these niggas shit Be sounding like some shit my child wrote/
still married to the game, it's time to review my vows now/
still Mr.106 in my town, shoutout to Bow Wow/
nigga used to travel with the Bible on the dashboard/
riding around trapping with the Bible on my lap now/
lapping them like Nascar, ain't tryna pull the race card,/
But won't Be satisfied until i'm maxing out a Black card/
flashBack to 2nd verse, i said it on the last part/
all a nigga gotta do is stack hard, it ain't that hard/
& when you're this hard, you ain't gotta act hard/
God's child, Black Jesus, young rap god/
lowercase g on that God/
for what it's worth, i'm Ballin' like Jesus Shuttlesworth
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the COMMON MAN
Cam theProject
Get ur money, skip a broad it's what the streets told us/ middle finger to there faces when u see the rollers/ a funny message in the music but we still endors it/ ppl rap about crap that rlly ain't important/ nice cars nice clothes realistate in different spots alternating timezones/ really ain't a limit to the things that u own/ if u want it u can buy it ur a king on a throne/ but who can relate if ur so above average?/ how can I feel ya if my life isn't lavish?/ I'm starving I'm famished, trynna feed my family/ I work hard five days a week ya understand me??/ how can he if he the one who sets the standard?/ how ya match what these rappers have a established?/ sell ur independance just the roll with the gimmicks/ the American dream, money power and women/
don't mind me I'm just outloud thinkin/ it seems the common man is on the brink of extinction/ we don't pay attention to the garbage we speaking/ and those we call fans it's amazing how we treat them/ Suddenly humilitys a thing of the past/ how u on this Jesus hype bruh? That stuff ain't fenna last/ u wanna be heard ya better tighten up ya swag/ lyin is the future get with the program/ but me Ima waiter and my wife work in realistate/ rap is what I do tho, I seized the opportunity/ trynna make a living off this gift I was given/ by provoking peoples thought in the way we make decisions/ outlook on life im suggestin somethin different/ lookin outside yaself and u can see the bigger picture/ 1080p that's the highest definition/ next to LED put dimension on ya vision/
women want security, men just want the glory/ the power and respect and they'll do anything for it/ abandon our values forsaking our morals/ to gain a greater status man we hear the same story/ the game need change but nobodys trynna change it/ man these rappers just readin off the same script/ so what exactly are these artists really changing?/ yo these artists aren't rlly trynna change zip/ I remain a commoner, i come from the bottom/ in or out the studio, I remain solid/ I love my wife, I love my brothers/ need anything for me I'd do anything for em/ authenticity is way more important/ than puttin on an act trynna fit a category/ but this business is just one huge fad/ lyin is the future get with the program/
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MIN YOUM – SINCE THAT DAY SAMEH SAZ ZAHKOUT
They say that Ramle's people are lost,
Walking in the street aimlessly - drug sellers!
Kneelers to violence
Still breast-fed by their mums
Never giving a damn to anybody else's say.
An dreadful future is for him - awaiting
If you reach the age of 30 - You'll be exceptionally lucky
Since youngsters my age, have already been orphaned for years.
What!? From a government's bullets? No - It's our brothers' bullets who constantly provoke and hassle me throughout my life
Ramle's people are unaware of their own origins/roots
Am walking by walking by – walking towards my end
Am walking by, walking by – leaving everyone behind
Yo people, wake up! why are you buttoned up?
The solution never comes - with the years going by – Or Time ain’t never gonna heal us
We're standing-still, close mouthed and ignoring what's around us
Instead of blaming ourselves
We blame everybody else
hey man,
A ramlewee film starts before - ACTION
Our youngsters slaughter each other and the government is ever indifferent and careless
Saz didn’t come for posing
I came to save ramla from worse), and bring a flourishing period in
A lot of dreams have gone wasted in this town. What a pity!
All plants have shrunk down, All the people 've lost the touch
The touch that touched us all - god bless us and save us
And us? Well, we've already forgotten that we rot like a fig,
Once, Ramle always used to be number one,
Today, we thank God, if they even mentioned us
They totally ignore us! Leave us!
Throw us to the sea! Drown us!
Hey bro, when will they save us? Will they really?
Number 15 is not a lottery number.
It's every drug dealer's number - and his motto -
His life story and his beginning
How he started selling drugs, and now brought trouble to his family
A trouble that echoes the sound of “Ratat” (the sound of an M16 pistol)
Just ‘cos of a misunderstanding - he found his grave.
Everything people say about us is a big tell-tales,
They say that we're animals,
Living like lions in the jungle,
Who’s dead? What the hell?
A youngster’s just crossed the red line?
Every line you cross - you pay with your life
Watch out! The enemy is stepping on your shadow
It feels bad- I Don’t envy you!
‘Cos however hard you try to walk - you remain standing still.
24 hours fearing getting shot,
Fearing to see your end before your beginning,
Fearing to see all your friends putting a rose on your grave,
Amir, you were a prince all your life,
And now, in heaven, you've become God’s prisoner,
I always ask - when is this situation gonna change?!
Could we choose when? Or will it be imposed upon us?
The sound of the churches' bells and mosque's prayers - don’t denote any happy occasions
Instead, they symbolise every heartbroken Arab mother.
Chorus
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Yo flesh and blood brothers -
The situation’s getting worse,
It's really sad what's happening here,
We're patient, but the burden's getting heavier,
Poor thing, I swear it's pitiful!
We got no one- but mighty God.
Since that day – I’ve realised what's life about.
The situation ain’t changing
- Sameh SAZ Zakout
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