Слова:
Saint He Reigns

, comin' atcha like a Black Panther Check the sampler, the microphone man handler! Crowd controller Yes, we gotcha open, gotcha ampler Shootin' the gift like Saint Nick, the black Santa (He's checkin' his list) Say what? (He

child All of your power Will be to reign with might Loyalty and courage Your sword will revenge The oath of the justice He is the choice of saints

thrones before him fall; Crown him, ye kings, with many crowns, for he is King of all. Crown him the Lord of lords, who over all doth reign, who once

rise and sing Holy is our God, wonderful is He Holy is the Lord Almighty Fall before your maker, every creature fall Let your heart be still and know that He

But he knew me before the day that I was born He planned my life when the world was void of form He chose to save my soul before Earth?s foundations Reigns

But he knew me before the day that I was born He planned my life when the world was void of form He chose to save my soul before earth's foundations Reigns

prepare Him room And saints and angels sing And saints and angels sing And saints and saints and angels sing Joy to the world, the Savior reigns Let saints

through Yves Saint Laurent glasses And I realize that I've arrived 'Cuz it took more than a magazine to kill my vibe Does he write his own rhymes, just

in schools. Runnin his story about his glory, it bore me. And his territory, it don't do nothin for me. So fuck him and the horse that he's ridin I'm