: You are the first, You go before You are the last, Lord, You're the encore Your name's in lights for all to see The starry host declare Your glory
: Before the grimmest enemy Cold rain whipping those proud faces Warcries raising their spirits Despising death as they rush forward Blood of the brothers
revolt inna di bush dem together we change just like di weather VERSE (Stephen Marley) CHORUS Sons of slaves chant down sons of di slave driver Nah spear slave
swaying in the wind The bark of ash absorbing the splattered heays of blood For the return of the sun, a winter sacrifice Ox, dog, horse, sheep and slave
: (North american Slaves Spiritual Chant Gospel) Julia Yasuda : Way down yonder in the graveyard walk I thank God I'm free at last Me and my Jesus
: *shotgun blast* *old school break beat, thugs chant "Bravehearts!" 7X* [Verse 1: Nas] Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective For all y'all
Know your master, Chant my name Cowards... Engulfed in ignorance Kneel before me and learn your fate Know your master, Chant my Name Release these
Stay down for now It's crowns are minutes away And hey, to each his image, with satan lickin his fangs But sang bandstand freedom in it's business of slaves
in their face, still they will love us As sexual slaves of hell they all shall serve Gather around the blood-red pentagram Sacrifice the fucking Christian slut Chant
yourselves in power Angels fear resist nothing holds the storm Inform the grand master of Hades Storm the gates! Free from the pits of Hell Slaves
[ Kitty ] Since my soul has been redeemed since from sin I may get gleamed I'm singing his praise along the way From my sins he sets me free when I'm
You are the first, You go before You are the last, Lord, You're the encore Your name's in lights for all to see The starry host declare Your glory Glory
Down at the cross, Where my savior died; Down where for cleansing from sin I cried, There to my heart was the blood applied; Singin.... GLORY TO HIS
and other Like what's good, what's poppin', what's crackin' What it is, how you livin', what's happenin' Work songs that the slaves sang back then The playground chants
of something smuggled in Pretty women funneled through valves and smoke Coy and bitchy, wild and fine And charging elephants and chanting slaving boats Charging, chanting
in the air He feasted on their lovely bodies like a lunatic And wrapped himself up in their soft yellow hair I can hear chants and incantations And
fate Know your master, Chant my name Cowards... Engulfed in ignorance Kneel before me and learn your fate Know your master, Chant my Name Release these
