We're young and divine, With a knack for a catchy phrase We'll never divide Or turn our backs on the ones who prayed Well we'll travel far And right
't mean that I'm hating I just want to innovate and stimulate minds Travel the world and penetrate the times Escape through rhythms in search of peace and
, yeah, clear, clear, yeah I'm a young ragga brother from the LDN In my Nike Air bubbles and they cost one ten Got these beanies on my lap and they all
together and have a few laughs And do what we like Yeah, and do what we like, yeah And since you came here you gotta show and prove And do that dance,
' to politicians Who was King James, and why did he think it was so vital To remove chapters and make his own version of the Bible? They say Hell is underground and Heaven is in the sky And
them denied him One of them betrayed him And turned him over to his enemies Then he went through the mockery of a trial And was nailed to a cross between two thieves And
say Hit pause, record and hit play I'm backed by a beautiful strong wiz Bless all to the Earths and all the kids Long live the god Divine and Big Free Young seeds and great kings
Oh hear the angel voices Oh night divine Oh night when Christ was born Oh night divine Oh night Oh night divine Led by the light of Faith serenely
could keep it, they got flashlights now And flamethrowers and I got one on my back right now Remain focused, that's what I tell myself now and then Don
Hands need washin' from all the dirty dealin' From the floor to the ceilin', from the stage to the door From the kings and the queens and the slaves and
't be undone son, we can't care 'Cause the last days and times are surely here Snakes and flakes get blown, by the righteous ones Divine minds bind, we
when I was young working in at Sears. Why? Cause I saw it then, although my thoughts weren't clear as now. It's all about the faith and yo, the thing
shit down and merc' Chorus [Freddie Foxxx] What fucked you up is that I'm so nice and don't rehearse On any record I'm the king of the third verse It
's group Oaktown 357, J.J. Fad too Had pop hits and gold ropes Where my man Young MC and Tone Loc? Kris Kross, the BO$$, Divine Styler Def Jef of course
in rides For every write up forever in context King magazine Elle girl and complex To all the producers for providin' the beats Shouts to Neo, Tunehedz, Divine and
us If we deal with the real and shut down the fakers What fucked you up is that I'm so nice and don't rehearse On any record I'm the king of the third
and shit you dont, son I made it, and weighed it. I'm the big bang theory and evolution. Been there, done that, from revolution to prostitution. The first and
