"Praise The Lord"

You know it's Whitey
And the Likwits
I say it's Whitey
And the Likwits
You know it's Whitey
And the Likwits
Watch me rock these sounds
From the polo grounds
To the sunset strip
Like an acid trip
I'll flash it back on ya
Run it up on ya
I was born in Hempstead live
Raised in California
Mr. Entreprenuer
I rock the shot that's sure
I need a dime plus more
I sip the fine liquor
I want the cash in hand
Snd the beach front land
And I get loco
From Acolpoco to Japan
Mr. Whitey Ford gets terrain explored
You perpetrate that Ford
You must be out of your gourd
It's time to make like Greg Nice, kid
And praise the Lord
Keep the faith
Smoke an eighth
Until you stack the papers all up in my safe
Commence the motivate
Consume an altered state
I'm killin' your whole wack show
Like I'm Edgar Allan Poe
With the psychotic thriller
No peckerwood iller
Than this freckled-face man
With the farmer's tan
If I can't bomb on you

"Praise The Lord"

You know it's Whitey
And the Likwits
I say it's Whitey
And the Likwits
You know it's Whitey
And the Likwits
Watch me rock these sounds
From the polo grounds
To the sunset strip
Like an acid trip
I'll flash it back on ya
Run it up on ya
I was born in Hempstead live
Raised in California
Mr. Entreprenuer
I rock the shot that's sure
I need a dime plus more
I sip the fine liquor
I want the cash in hand
Snd the beach front land
And I get loco
From Acolpoco to Japan
Mr. Whitey Ford gets terrain explored
You perpetrate that Ford
You must be out of your gourd
It's time to make like Greg Nice, kid
And praise the Lord
Keep the faith
Smoke an eighth
Until you stack the papers all up in my safe
Commence the motivate
Consume an altered state
I'm killin' your whole wack show
Like I'm Edgar Allan Poe
With the psychotic thriller
No peckerwood iller
Than this freckled-face man
With the farmer's tan
If I can't bomb on you

Praise the Lord keep keep the faith [X4]

I say roll to the rock
Rock to the roll
Whitey Ford brings the devastatin' mic control
Like Derryl McDaniel
A hundred G's venue
The tip's get clocked, baby
The bond's get stocked
My style gets rocked
Just like doors get knocked
With legendary status
Like my name's Lou Brock
And my lazairre sounds
Be shakin' the grounds
Huntin' down crews
Like packs of bloodhounds
Snatchin' off crowns
And meltin' 'em down
I once was lost, see
But now I'm found
Amazing grace
How sweet the sound
And when the saints come marchin' in (keep the faith)
I'm Nestle's Alpine White / Classic rapper's delight
All these shorties pullin' tools
'Cause they know they can't fight
I bank my selections on worldwide connections

"Today (Watch Me Shine)"

Yesterday is just a dream I don't remember
Tomorrow, still a hope I've yet to endure
I'm out of time
I'm out of rhyme
I'm out of reason
Season's change and leave me out in the cold
The story's old
The tale been told by many a scholar
Got a fistful of dollar
And pocketful of love
God above if you hear me cryin'
I've tried to sell my soul
But no one's buyin'
Lord, strike me down now if I'm lyin'
[Bronx Style Bob:] Lord strike me down
[X3]
It's gettin' cold

It's time for dyin'

[CHORUS]
Come on and watch me shine
Like the world is mine (check it out) today
Come on and watch me shine (check it out)
Like the world is mine today

Watch me shine (check it out)

Then the man was free from sin
[Bronx Style Bob:] free from sin
Cast the first stone then began the violence
[Bronx Style Bob:] began the violence
Let the man whose words ring true
Speak on up till his voice breaks through the silence
[Bronx Style Bob:] through the silence
Let the ones who lose their way
Live to see just one more day in the sunshine
[Bronx Style Bob:] La-la-la-la-la-la-laaa
Let the one's who choose to stray
Recognize the price they'll pay
In their lifetime

[Bronx Style Bob:] in their lifetime
[X2]

[CHORUS]

Sit in the way and wait for my roads to cross
You nail me down and you watch me bleed
[Bronx Style Bob:] watch me bleed
So lay my head against the earth
Plant my body like a seed
[Bronx Style Bob:] plant my body like a seed
You can't always get the things you want, love (check it out)
[Bronx Style Bob:] tell me what you want
You get what you deserve
Or maybe what you need
[Bronx Style Bob:] tell me what you need
So fill my hole with precious dirt, love
Till the soil and part the weed

[CHORUS]

"Guru"

Hey, yo yo Everlast.
What up?
This is big Guru from the Gangstarr, you know what I'm sayin'?
Just checkin' in on ya.
Yo, I heard about your accident, I want
to know if you're still breathin'?
So get at it brother, you know
how to reach me, kid.
Word is bond, man. I miss ya.
Hit me up, peace.

"Death Comes Callin'"

A yes yes y'all
It's too fresh y'all

A little b-boy blue
You know it's too beucou
I've been from New York to Cali
Spent two days in the valley
And I think I'm 'bout to lose my mind
And if I think 'bout it one more time
I'm a blow my stack
See ya out the back
Give me some room that I can breathe in
Now I'm a start weavin' spells like a wizard
King of the lizard
My mojo's risin' like my nature should
Not everybody can relate to hood
But I used to roll with high frequency
Had a habit of juvenile delinquency
If y'all could see all the things I did
When I was a kid

"Death Comes Callin'"

A yes yes y'all
It's too fresh y'all

A little b-boy blue
You know it's too beucou
I've been from New York to Cali
Spent two days in the valley
And I think I'm 'bout to lose my mind
And if I think 'bout it one more time
I'm a blow my stack
See ya out the back
Give me some room that I can breathe in
Now I'm a start weavin' spells like a wizard
King of the lizard
My mojo's risin' like my nature should
Not everybody can relate to hood
But I used to roll with high frequency
Had a habit of juvenile delinquency
If y'all could see all the things I did
When I was a kid