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[ INTRO: D Knowledge ] Farbige Folie Another 1000 years of mystery Unresolved history And don't blink Oops, it's 2000 A.D. That's 'After the Death of us' But we don't have to die Or live like ghetto zombies
[ VERSE 1: Mac Mall ] In the House of the Lord I make relationships with Allah and pray hard Even though I'm at odds With what I know and what you call 'God' Holy Bible to the Holy Quran Everybody seekin salvation Some try to get it by smokin dum-dums Some only feel it when they get sexed up Victims of their own lust Others find it with a poke in their veins Some try to get it with material gain Anything to kill the pain The people from Heaven Gate Took they own life, they tried to get away Rather be in outer space And the cold thing about it: what if they was right? And we was too blind to see the light? Huh, I doubt it, but that just goes to show How far people'll take it just to feel hope Some fools can't even find they soul, let alone save it That's why we got these cross-burnin racists Evil hawks in the most holiest places 'll try to steer you wrong with temptation Don't matter if you're black, white, latin or asian We all must have communication With the Man Upstairs
[ *DJ Yon cuts up* ] (See, I fought with the devil, made a promise to God) --> L.L. Cool J
[ VERSE 2: Mac Mall ] May the Father, the Son and the Holiest Ghost Give me some guidance on these streets so cold Shed some light down on me and my folks, you know? Cause the Pope never toured the ghetto But anyway I pray for you to understand that it's hard out here So I fear no man and keep a semi-auto near Is it in your plan to let live plus kill? Is it true when you destroyed you must build? I wonder 'bout a lot of thangs, like when I go Will I be judged for what I did, or what I lived fo' It's all in your hands, yeah, I suppose The thought of never bein alone Keep believers' hearts strong On the news they say we years from the clone You know the words, mayn, "2000 triple zero, party over, we gone" As the choir sings songs of redemption In the U.S. we dyin for religion Out in Europe they dyin for religion I say this and hope the Holy Father's listenin Livin in this New Age Babylon, preachers havin telethons Justice playin war games, waitin on the red don And then they wonder why the kids do drugs Cause Uncle Sam don't show no love We need the Man Upstairs
[ *DJ Yon cuts up* ] (See, I fought with the devil, made a promise to God) --> L.L. Cool J
[ VERSE 3: Mac Mall ] Now I release myself to these streets Pray to God to keep me strong in the world of the weak And if I should die before a million I make Bless my kinfolk with big dough and keep em all safe I can hear my grandmother singin gospel songs Sayin to me "Jesus love ya if you don't live wrong" Also said it was the devil that made us act wild Didn't listen back then, but I'm feelin her now Heaven or hell, I'm livin through em day to day And God shall return, that's what the preacher say Partner, if he is, I wish he hurry up Cause the government tryin to bury us Know what I mean? In Afghanistan Muslims dyin over holy land In Tibet it's the same madness On my block you can die for lookin the next man in his eye Mama's child grown way before his time It's a cold world, but still it's God will But why we gotta die tryin to chase the dollar bill Man Upstairs?
[ OUTRO: D Knowledge ] We don't have to die or live like ghetto zombies And we don't need a 'New Millennium' to change Cause we got today, right now, to wake up Rise up, shine up and climb, upstairs Rise up, climb up, leap up, clean up, be up And go, upstairs, high, upstairs Rise up..
