Praise Him

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Knowledge and wisdom bring understanding For the culture, bringing freedom to the planet The power to refine how we planned it Bring equality to God's economy Build the truth, destroy in the booth What I was born to do, decipher for you Hey, Allah, what you wanna be when you're born? What you really need to see is yourself in divine form For the sake of equality, I'm fathering the song Spirit of God, bring he and her along They mistreat Islam, no justice performed 'Til I'm crowned king, love, hell, right or wrong The master, dominate the stages I'm on right now And it won't end when I'm gone Control the cypher, I got the power, bring it on Watch ya queen get snatched like a pawn Slicker than a ruler, the savior is born Tell you the truth, you're square, your style's all wrong You ain't understanding the universe Some say they want the victory but don't wanna rehearse Gotta work with the wisdom if you want it to work We don't fear the unknown, staying in the zone Ask, "Why?" I reply, "To each his own" Roll a Zig-Zag zig 'cause the God came home, let's go Praise him all you can, all woman and man Praise him with your heart Praise him with your mind Praise him everyone, all of humankind Praise him, praise him, praise him Praise him, praise him, praise him Praise him, praise him, praise him Peace to all, peace to y'all Peace to all, peace to y'all Fly women and gentlemen, I gotta say, iconic is the sentiment Definitive, blending smooth and menacing is him again Bally shoe with the velour, yeah, that's a fit again In prison, they be listening, I get 'em through they sentences He whistle through his solid gold gold teeth His fists all metal, tapping a cold beat That sound made me a wild wavy My style pay me since junior high school with Craig G I grew to be established Having a stash and once was banned from every club from Queens to Staten Now in the Zoom meetings, sipping Veuve Clicq' and eating Reminiscing when I got my new sheepskin, was goon season It started in the Project Park 1985, '86 with the Clarks with the gum sole Them young boys, they brung noise and jumped off You soft outside fresh, a dumb choice Bum rushed, gun bust Over Cazal glasses, they got that ass whipped I first heard I need a beat I got on the train, last stop on the F and E Jamaica bound, hopped in a dollar van to Farmers Just to see the God they called Todd lives They say you raised up some hood toddlers Now we connect more knowledge and more dollars, peace