Music by Swano, Axelsson, Nerberg
Lyrics by Swano
Additional lead vocals by Dread
Hammer by Swano
Screams by Dread
In the beginning there was light.
The world could feel his holy might.
Born into a world he soon would leave.
People would not listen, people would decieve.
He tried to bless, he tried to heal,
he told the mighty powers to conseal.
The disciples of his father, born of God,
they believed that they would bleed the holy blood.
My God, my God. Why have you forsaken me?
I am nailed to this cross, but spiritually I'm free.
For God so loved the world, that he gave us his only
begotten son and that whosoever believeth him
should not perish, but have everlasting life.
Jesus cries...
Jesus cries...
The star upon the sky, is it just another lullaby?
What a world do believe could be all a fucking lie!
I'll never serve in heaven.I rather rule in hell.
Jesus cries
A blessing from the skies
Jesus dies
A holy sacrifice!DR DRE
"Stranded On Death Row"
(feat. Kurupt, Lady Of Rage, RBX, Snoop Doggy D)
[Intro: Bushwick Bill]
Yes, it is I says me
And although me
By morning three, cause they're weak
[laughter]
Yes, yo!, I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men
Who knows what evil lurks within them
But lets take a travel down the blindside
And see what we find on this...
Path...
Called...
[Verse One: Kurupt]
Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal
Niggaz know, the flow that I kick, there's no refill
I'm murderin niggaz, Yo, and maybe because of the tone
I kicks my grip, the mic and kick shit
Niggaz can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and slam
Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim they bossin
What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk through the hood, and we up to no good
Slangin on things like a real ho
G should, I'm stackin and mackin and packin a ten so
When you're slippin, I slip the clip in
But ain't no steady tripppin
Cause it's Death Row, rollin like the mafia
Think about whoopin some ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya
Ain't nathin but a buster
I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumpin slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know you're outdone
Feel the shotgun, Korrupt inmate cell block one
[Verse Two: RBX]
No prevention from this mention of sorts
Your're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braile
From the lunatic, I death like arsenic
When I kick up wicked raps
That the grain will hit the scratch
With treachery, my literary form will blast
And totally surpass the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms