the power Stand up and shout Stand up and shout Stand up and shout You gotta shout You gotta shout You gotta shout You gotta let it out Shout, shout, shout Stand up
got the power Stand up and shout Stand up and shout Stand up and shout You gotta shout You gotta shout You gotta shout You gotta let it out Shout, shout, shout Stand up
'll stay The light He has shown me will not fade away Stand up, stand up, stand up for Jesus Oh, can't you hear me? He's the way Stand up, stand up, stand up
need to say Your eyes are cryin' but your voice is still Well don't wait for charity to pay your bill, now now Stand up, the door is open wide Stand up
avoid the deep end We only fuck chicks that enjoys the beatings Young Ike Turners, disco inferners Concentration camp, nobody turn up I roll up a X that
and decay If I rest eternal, may the lords send great inferno Till this day I write my journal Journal, urban journal (lord) [chorus] [killah priest] Dear heavenly father The reason why I stand
want thee exotic, erotic ladies Not them toxic ladies that burn a lot I learned a lot, from junkies to ruffians From bein tied up by Columbians, cause
there, how can players stand there and say I sound like them, hello, push wigs back and push six coup's that's yellow, bust clips that expands from hand to elbow, spray up
up I told y'all, I can jump on tracks and switch the rhythm up Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up You'd been standing
fork of lightening which strikes only a few yards from where lays it wait for something... Satan laughs, wings spread to magnificent fullness, the creature stands
'if you weren't so poor. . .' there ain't no thing about the promise ring and socialists are so boring, just a bunch of bullies that I can't stand, they
that ass girl Let's party, everybody stand up Everybody put your hands up Let's party, everybody bounce wit me Some champagne and burn a little greenery It's hot, disco inferno
up, wrap this, rap shit up, Still actin up, get found in the trunk of an acuva, Yall suck like jail in dracula, X turn up the heat, increase the hatred
from space confirmed New York City may be the next objective" [Jise One] It's the four season apparel stand guard double a triscar Bi-charred inferno
and a frozen ground The ravens return to the hills And the Millennium black bells of eternal frost Chime to the Northern lightning Upon the mountain side I stand
Of his sick premeditated, murder caper I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch Watch Street eat 'em up, cold crush, bumrush Spot rusher get touched backed up
hand..." Devour, O glorious flame, leap up high, thy shine shall be the one and only light. Spirit of fire, banished to this world, Here I stand and
West, have sworn allegiance to the armies Of Death Burning rivers, dried-up oceans, desert lakes, and wasted plains Crumbling hills, tumbling mountains, charcoal trees, columns inflamed We stand