In these dark walls I celebrate the start of our journey
May our souls - humbled but brave - drink within the grandeur of this temple
The gloom and the glory of these altars
O poets, whirlwinds and storms announced the clashes
Be thy scripts testimonies of our noble deeds
In the holy name of freedom through the centuries
[pre-chorus]
In your hearts courage shines like the stars
In this holy nights - follow its light
[chorus]
In this battle with you I shall rise
To the sky my sword-arm - I'll pray for the souls
In this battle with you I shall fight
With honour and vigour - I'll call the gods
Look on the fallen kingdoms
Look on the dying brothers
Look on the raining blood
Now hear my calling
[pre-chorus]
[chorus]
Dope Man (Jay-Z)
{*sound of a camera taking a picture*}
[Jay] Millenium flow
[MTV] Serena Altschul's here live outside the criminal courthouse
[Jay] This is {bullshit} y'all
[MTV] in New York City for the first day in the trial of
[Jay] I'm gone {*car speeds off*}
[MTV] the State vs. Shawn Carter, a.k.a. Jay-Z
[Jay] Uhh, uh-huh-uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh, uhh
[MTV] Whatever the verdict in this trial may be
the effects will undoubtedly be felt worldwide
[Jay-Z]
Aiyyo, stand forward, 'fore you take notice
or witness to me killin the track
Testify 'til me spillin the smack
Now they got me for traffickin, racketeerin, audio crack
{Hook:} They call me Dope Man, Dope Man
I try to tell em I'm where hope, floats man
Ghetto spokes-man
A broke man, approachin the bench with intent
to bury me under the cell, fingered me as the toast man
Evidence stemmin from ninety-six
They say the world ain't recovered from his fix
While they was usin cut I was on some other shit
Gave it to you raw and they just discovered it
Nowaday, the jury got they brow raised
Listenin to testimony about my foul ways
Exhibit A: "Reasonable Doubt"
They say this was the first thing that turned the peoples out
[MTV] You can feel the tension building here
as an unprecedented number of people have turned out
for what may be the "Trial of the Century"
{Hook}
[Jay-Z]
How come, you label your brand of dope
"Volume 1" and spread it through the slums?
Fed it to the young with total disregard
Your honor, the State seeks the maximum charge
And how could you, turn right around
and release a lethal dosage called "Volume 2"
And is true you operate the criminal enterprise
known as Roc-a-Fella in charge of his meteoric rise?
And do you deny you're responsible for the demise
of record execs, and do you object?
Your distribution's Polygram, and through your connects
Def Jam, you pushed over five million SoundScan
And not to mention, your co-horts and henchmen
Dame, Biggs, Lyor, Kev' and Russell Simmons
And we ain't gon' talk about Murder, Inc.
That just establishes a darker deeper criminal link
[MTV] The State is seeking the maximum penalty
and with the overwhelming amount of evidence
the D.A.'s presented, things aren't looking good
{Hook}
[MTV] Despite the grim outlook at this point
the rapper has been known to emerge triumphant
in the face of adversity
{Hook}
[MTV] Jay-Z is taking the stand
[Jay-Z]
Right hand on the Bible, left hand in the air
Before I spoke one word, made sure my throat was clear
A-hem, I'm a prisoner of circumstance
Frail nigga, I couldn't much work with my hands
But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up
Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up
Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack trucks
Destroy our dreams of lawyers and actors
Keep us spiralin, goin backwards
At age nine, saw my first hate crime
Blindfolded, expected to walk a straight line
Mind molded, taught to love you and hate mine
Climbed over it, at a early age, Jay shined
** the system at Lady Justice I blaze nine
Your Honor, I no longer kill my people, I raise mine
The soul of Mumia in this modern day time
[MTV] While the jury is inside deliberating
outside the crowd is frozen with anticipation
{Hook}
[MTV] Well the verdict has just been announced: NOT GUILTY!
It is complete pandemonium out here! {Hook; Serena keeps speaking}
People are cheering and hugging - there he is
Jay-Z is exiting the courtroom right now
There is a swarm of cameras surrounding him {*pop bulbs flashing*}
and people are just rushing up to him
Let's try and make our way over there, Jay-Z! Jay-Z!
{*sounds of cameras keep flashing*, *music fades*}
Baptize Me (Jaci Velasquez)
Mark Heimermann and Erik Sundin
In the desert of my shame
I have found myself to blame
Now I thirst for innocence
And Your blood is there to quench
Pour Your life into my soul
Let the cleansing waters flow
Make me white as snow
CHORUS:
Hear me as I pray
Wash my sins away
Drown me in Your grace
Baptize me
As my lips confess
Fill this emptiness
With Your holiness
Baptize me
Touch my eyes and give me sight
Father, bathe me in Your light
At your feet I'll always be
Until the day Your face I'll see
Let Your words consume my heart
Lead me to the deepest part
And the healing starts
CHORUS
(Scripture)
There is a river of life flowing from the throne of God (Rev 22:1)
There is One who came by water and blood
There is the Spirit who testifies to this (1 John 5:6)
Anyone who believes in the Son has this testimony in his heart (1 John 5:10)
Behold the Lamb of God, who washes away the sins of the world (John 1:29)
Baptize me
Making MCs freeze and drop to their knees
Like getting caught smuggling ki's to Caribbean seas
At ease, I puff trees till I look Chinese
And immigration says 'Can we see your green card please?'
My rhymes never ricochet needless to say
I'm just like the word kill only minus the K
If you hear my track play close your eyes and pray
I'm just like the word basic only minus B-A
Top of the food chain rub your brain with coarse grain
Sandpaper dipped in glue and glass so there's more pain
I haven't reached my whole goal till I've got your whole soul
Over beats so hot that they stop drop and roll
Extravagant far from arrogant it's just apparent
That I'm better than any MC and I'm declaring it
I'm giving stitches to phony bitches acting vicious
Chefs around the world claim my flavor's delicious
When it's talent they lack, then it's beats they rob
I shine so bright the sun had to quit his day job
It takes dedication to rip the ill iteration
Quite amazing blazing hotter than Cajun incineration
Crime MCs pretending to be deadly and steady with the gun
In reality they're ready to run
Before you learn to run, you have to learn to walk
I'll help the cops out and write my rhymes around you in chalk
[Chorus]
I got the deaf people hearing this, blind people seeing this
Paralyzed from the neck down still feeling this
Deaf people hearing this, blind people seeing this
Paralyzed from the neck down still feeling this
[2x]
I don't give a ** like I'm celibate
The truth, I'm telling it, battle MCs for the hell of it
Why you get bent just selling it, that's irrelevant
It's evident Benefit's beyond intelligent
Go ahead and bite, my style isn't edible
My rhyme's a jawbreaker, type incredible
Pitiful, that you're not taking me literal
Left in the hospital, shaking a little
I'm breaking a little; you break in the middle
Of your body cuz you're weaker than the strings of a fiddle
My style's deeper than the themes of a riddle
Time to belittle, no chance for acquittal
The judge and the jury sentence you in a hurry
To get beat down in a microphone flurry
I don't worry, but my eyes are getting blurry
Cuz I see so many phony fakes of fury
Touch this, and you can catch one fist
Right through the center of your chest, won't miss
You're hopeless, even with the chrome vest
I still penetrate to your heart, don't test
I'm the sickest MC, the quickest to be fighting dirty
You're biting early, quit acting girly
I grab my trusty pen out of my right pocket
And stab you in your brain right through your eye socket
[Chorus]
When I battle you with wordplay you can't walk away
Cuz I'll break both of you legs and crack all your vertebrae
With only one look you took and your whole crew shook
I don't need a phone book because I'm always off the hook
Grab your head twist and crunch like twisting a Dutch
Then battle crippled kids and beat them down with a crutch
I calmly casually humiliate your family
Punch your mom in the face for raising a w** MC
Bend your sister over yelling 'Who's your daddy?'
When she replies me I simply put it in slowly
You'll never be the thug you wanna be even with the bid
Even if you did cross me I'd get even with you, kid
Occasionally I really start to hate the phony
So I reflect reality through my testimony, do you know me?
I spit a flash flood to splash blood and, rash, dug
A grave in fresh mud for the last thug
Who came incorrect and didn't respect the intellect
Recollect he who drove in the fast lane wrecked
The industry slept while true fans paid attention
Tales of battling a legend whenever Benefit's mentioned
I'm sicker than the average man when tearing into competition
Whose ears are blistering from listening
For fame I'll rip the skeleton out your flesh frame
And rearrange your bones to spell my name
[Chorus]
Still feelin this
End Of The Summer (Dar Williams)
The summer ends and we wonder where we are
And there you go, my friends, with your boxes in your car
And you both look so young
And last night was hard, you said
You packed up every room
And then you cried and went to bed
But today you closed the door and said
"We have to get a move on.
It's just that time of year when we push ourselves ahead,
We push ourselves ahead."
And it was cloudy in the morning
And it rained as you drove away
And the same things looked different
It's the end of the summer
It's the end of the summer,
When you move to another place
And I feel like the neighbor's girl who will never be the same
She walked alone all spring,
She had a boyfriend when the summer came
And he gave her flowers in a lightning storm
They disappeared at night in green fields of silver corn
And sometime in July she just forgot that he was leaving
So when the fields were dying, she held on to his sleeves
She held on to his sleeves
And she doesn't want to let go
'Cause she won't know what she's up against
The classrooms and the smart girls
It's the end of the summer
It's the end of the summer
When you hang your flowers up to dry
And I had a dream it blows the autumn through my head
It felt like the first day of school
But I was going to the moon instead
And I walked down the hall
With the notebooks they got for me
My dad led me through the house
My mom drank instant coffee
And I knew that I would crash
But I didn't want to tell them
There are just some moments when your family makes sense
They just make sense
So I raised up my arms and my mother put the sweater on
We walked out on the dark and frozen grass
The end of the summer
It's the end of the summer
When you send your children to the moon
The summer ends and we wonder who we are
And there you go, my friends, with your boxes in your car
And today I passed the high school, the river, the maple tree
I passed the farms that made it
Through the last days of the century
And I knew that I was going to learn again
Again, in this less hazy light
I saw the fields beyond the fields
The fields beyond the fields
And the colors are much brighter now
It's like they really want to tell the truth
We give our testimony to the end of the summer
It's the end of the summer,
You can spin the light to gold.
Testimony (DC Talk)
Hey, yo, yo, T. What's up man?
Why don't you tell em that story
About how you went back in the day
In the hip hop day, ya know what I'm sayin
Yeah, tell 'em that story, man
We're gonna go back to the basics
Of the hip hop scene
Just a loop and some lyrics and a mike
Ya know what I mean?
I was just a mere child in
the capital of the nation
When I heard 'Sugar Hill'
On my favorite station
I dropped all I was doin'
Took a train to the city
To douglas records and the wizz
'Rappers Delight' was the ditty
No scritty for my palitty, no pop for my sicle
And since that day, I was never ever fickle
[Ahhhh yeah, yo that was smooth T
That was smooth, that real real smooth
I like that story...]
Voice Of Harold (R.E.M.)
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)
Reverend Bill Funderburk sings "He Cared That Much For Me"
Charles Surratt introduces his own composition "On Calvary For Me"
"The Joy of Knowing Jesus" is a song of pure delight featuring John Barbee
The pure tenor quality of the voice of Harold Montgomery
Gives a special interpretation to the grand old hymn "The Old Rugged Cross"
Chill bumps appear and I am frozen in the web they weave as they reveal their
Innermost selves with the outpouring of their hearts
On and on the songs roll and soon you are caught up
In the sermon in each rendition as you come to feel
The devotion and dedication that is poured forth
Suddenly, you know they are real, they mean it!
"Let your light so shine"
Could not be more aptly applied
As there shines a light from heaven on your heart
Through their singing. As an artist, Rhonda Montgomery
Exemplifies piano artistry. That's Rhonda! An artist!
This album can be the instrument to mend a broken heart
Or to straighten out your life through the sincere testimony
In the songs of The Revelaires. A must!
J. Elmo Fagg, founder and leader
Of the Blue Ridge Quartet
For 23 Years. Temple Records, LST 390
Planning to make a record?
We are associated with United Music World Recording Studios, Inc.,
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"The Joy of Knowing Jesus",
Produced by Joel Gentry
Cover/Backliner Design/Reesor
The Revelaires, A must
The Revelaires
A must, in their home
Oranges Testimonial (They Might Be Giants)
[John Flansburgh:]
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Singh Is King (The Outsiders)
(RDB)
Yaari hai jaan ehna di
Vakhri hai shaan ehna di
Hasna pehchaan ehna di
Sab milke kehnde ne
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Hun har koi jaane
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Duniya de Raaje
(Snoop Dogg)
Ferrari's Bugatti's and Maseratis
Snoop D O double G life of the party
Lay back, stay back, I'm in the Mayback
This ain't James Brown but it's the big payback
Watch me zoom by, make it boom by
What up to all the ladies hanging out it Mumbai
Cheese makes dollaz east west masala
Singh is the Kinng so you all have to follow
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Hun har koi jaane
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Duniya de Raaje
(Akshay Kumar)
Singh soormay rakhde ne aan
Kade lorh payi te de denge jaan
Raaje Maharaje vi karde si maan
Rakhdi si pug uchi bande di shaan
Jo Singhan ne keetiyan kurbaniyan ne
Oh duniya te chhad**e nishaniyan ne
Duniya de ban**e Singh badshah
Par sab to ucha oh Sacha Paatshah
(RDB)
Yaari hai jaan ehna di
Vakhri hai shaan ehna di
Hasna pehchaan ehna di
Tahiyon eh duniya kehndi
Yaari hai jaan ehna di
Vakhri hai shaan ehna di
Hasna pehchaan ehna di
Sab milke kehnde ne
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Hun har koi jaane
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Duniya de Raaje
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Hun har koi jaane
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Singh is Kinng
Duniya de Raaje
Ain't Nuthin (Mountain Brothers)
CHOPS:
I get over easy like your brain on drugs
Strainin more mugs than them alcoholics in Germany
Don't even think of servin me
Get off these tips and pour some coffee slick
Loads of people say I know those mother**ers who don't sleep either
suckers
You're like time you keep on slippin
I'm puttin claims in check like baggage so quit trippin
We're knockin the boots on prostitutes
Rockin original beats that got no loots
Not with a noose in an apple tree
You wouldn't have juice enough to hang with me
I use a buck to wipe my**'cause see, my shit is on the money
Mentally, I'm like the way a white girl smells wet, you know, kind of
funny
That's how it's gonna be, phonies get in the middle like Monie
PERIL-L:
When I take liberty,
In my detailed delivery,
Makin females get shivery,
Chills up the spine, fills up the mind givin me
Wild ideas, 'cause the P is next to flex in three easy steps
See, we representin my intentions to wake up,
The beast that slept, keys are kept in the pocket, to unlock it,
The secret, to rock shit 'cause we controllin the cockpit
Rollin, at high speed, I proceed to go duck hunting
Fools best press the self-destruct button, 'cause it ain't nuthin
(HOOK x 4)
I made it look easy because it is to me
A-A-Ain't Nuthin
STYLES:
I strike in the same frame
A random heist upon the hand device
I'm chokin mics like pop rocks
You got less game than Rock and Jock
You ???
Rub em the right way, might say I got the might
My midas touch blows up spots twice, makes you see four(C4)
Writers block or detour, there's no passin me
Styles impounds rappers,
Get the boot right in the X 'cause you the crash test dummy
Smash comp' like Captain Caaaaaveman
So why you hasslin with me, money and rhymes be prehistoric
But boy, I'm quantum leaps and bounds behind your sound, check the
format
Chops crops our samples on MPEX-4 tracks,
When ??? warm up to blow
CHOPS:
This combination's got em sayin, that's my shot,
No trickin, Chops, I stick em,
'Cause I'm phat boy, assume the position,
See, my talk is because of MC's chalkin up losses
Demolishing,
My spin on English draws a following
Still earnin my stripes while I've been searchin for the right label
To play on a level table and able to do us all a solid one
Low on scratch hoping to catch a break,
Fake bastards who play like jackets with 8-balls on the back of them,
That wack shit ain't nuthin
(HOOK x 4)
PERIL-L:
Perform stomach surgery on those who commit perjury
Now you're gutless
That is why I, satisfy my urge to be
Mergin the verbally expressed, not wack inflections,
With track selections as long as we lack objections
Sustained shatter, must spray matter, into rhythmic paterns
A smatter in the cuts be splatterin the guts,
Of chatterin, nuts
no buts, if ands, end up with cold stiff hands,
With no advance, lift ends on true hiphop and shift plans
Give fans what's expected, top notch, we do justice
Wreck shit, stop, watch, the crew bust this
Plus this redirected energy causes memory losses,
False testimony, wood suggested for me, MC who gets in to me
STYLES:
Styles the name fool, I reclaim the mic like Chicago
I'm your role model, throttle the apparatus,
Hold a cold bottle in my left grasp,
My status is idol of the masses as the tone is volatile how those styles
get raw,
Resonate when I, represent the Tri-state, when I operate
I plant my sock in your eye case, make your blood spots the pavement
'Cause I was up on rap back when O.J. and Nicole were **
Just plain and simple son, to me this shit ain't nothin
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