Yah..

I do, I do, I say, my God, how have you been?
It's been a long time
Back in the flesh, wicked haman, been rulin' here for a long time
Curse saul, cause I never listen to you, listen to you
I wish I could pay a visit to you, visit to you
Born again, I'm still a babe, I know
I gotta Pray, I know
Glad for all my days, you know
Clap my hands in amazement, oh
You got em' trippin' in they minds, yo'
Don't need no lasers, yo'
This world like a pay-as-you-go
400 done, I ain't no slave no more
You better open that door
I ain't no more childish games
Only hunger and flames
I got Jacobs to raise
I got dreams here to chase
Y'all gon' smash like a vase
And be put back together
Sorry, professor
Can't follow the oppressor
He make me lesser
Real god-body
Call me what you want, but you can't take it from me
You just an ancient mummy
Wrapped up, dummy
Gummy, gummy
Lies
You had us paralyzed
Now it's time to immobilize and decentralize
From all you hypocritical parasites, you heard?

This Old Soul of mine
Couldn't get no Peace of Mind
I want all the world to see
That those strange, strange fruits are now Free
This Old Soul of mine
I search and I will find
That missin' Paradise
Know, I gotta go Home
I'm no longer blind

I gotta get it
You ain't tell me nothing
You ain't push no button
Ye the ones who bluffin'
Already rich no warren buffet
Global news, they tend to fluff it
But I got a big GOD
That's that Seven GOD
Ain't here to party
Yall too tardy wit' yo' Starbucks
You ladybugs and you soft thugs
Think a gun make you tough?
Yeah, the ones they killed your fathers with
Oh, no
I've had enough with the ass kissin'
Imma speak up
Shout out elder-shad-rock
Slayin' vampires in they sandbox simulations
This a sticky situation, no more mutilation
You need a illustration of your deportation
No more fornication
God, Israel was just on vacation
Now he pull up to the station
And he see what's up
The situation at hand
Big band, big bang, crack
Dog chains, balls hang
When yo' veins drain, and yo' sins cry
Ain't no more yin-yang
When your foreign ghost-ly swings-swang

This Old Soul of mine
Couldn't get no Peace of Mind
I want all the world to see
That those strange, strange fruits are now Free
This Old Soul of mine
I search and I will find
That missin' Paradise
Know, I gotta go Home
I'm no longer blind, Yah!