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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Funkdoobiest
Funkdoobiest
Performer
Reggie Stewart
Reggie Stewart
Performer
Dante Ariola
Dante Ariola
Conductor
Jay Papke
Jay Papke
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Vasquez
Jason Vasquez
Composer
Larry Muggerud
Larry Muggerud
Composer
Brett Bouldin
Brett Bouldin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Muggs
DJ Muggs
Mixing Engineer
Ben Wallach
Ben Wallach
Engineer
Ross Donaldson
Ross Donaldson
Engineer
Jason Roberts
Jason Roberts
Mixing Engineer
Joe "The Butcher" Nicolo
Joe "The Butcher" Nicolo
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

As sure as the sun rises in the East It also sets in the West Our sons done it, the gods never fronted Whore nuns fuck a devil when the weight got hunted My soul was sweeping, my mind keep stepping In the depths of hell, yet I fell from the lesson My soul leaves the body the situations nody Original invisible to the ones who are tardy A class for the better 'cause I be writing letters Setting shit straight, one laugh at one shepherd Her face turns purple and demons in the surb I held my breathe and I left out the wound kinda fertile From the East the light shines onto the West A test for the gods 'cause that's just where they rest A tune for serenity, fucking up the enemy If anyone makes it, then that's the way it's meant to be Tried her, the times of a fighter 'Cause I'll supply Phife then step out the side door If your soul loves the sun, money, rock on If your soul loves the sun, money, rock on If your soul loves the sun, money, rock on If your soul loves the sun, money, rock on Rock on, rock on The gods keep praying, saviors ain't saving Nobody's soul yet the devil keeps playing And kicked out the heavens, I rest on the seven West of 85, if your chest type are warring Now, is the mystery one peace for victory 'Cause I know gods that will put you out your misery Justice will lead 'em, deprived you of freedom The beat broke the seal even though you don't need em The beats and the Harlet, the land is a target The truth will prevail but not many say far fetched From 24 elders and half its 12, ruler Bitches mess with knowledge of sale If your soul loves the sun, money, rock on If your soul loves the sun, money, rock on If your soul loves the sun, money, rock on If your soul loves the sun, money, rock on Rock on, rock on Lets see, it started with the serpent Messing with Eve 'cause she wasn't certain Nobody's got a temper, a spiritual dilemma Enter in the realm where the spirits in the center Fuck perpetrating 'cause they'll murder Satan See faith broke the seal while the world be waiting He left it all to Jesus, I'm picking up the pieces Friends that's deceased can never read my thesis Don't be resurrected and times got so hectic Demons ain't elected while the money gets collected The gods get theirs and the word is born I mean the signs of the future is what they saw And the four living castles, life's got no hassles It's all real real, just one big feascal No soul held me hostage, angels kill the nonsense Bond is my word but first do the knowledge If your soul loves the sun, money, rock on If your soul loves the sun, money, rock on If your soul loves the sun, money, rock on If your soul loves the sun, money, rock on If your soul loves the sun, money, rock on If your soul loves the sun, money, rock on If your soul loves the sun, money, rock on If your soul loves the sun, money, rock on Rock on If your soul loves the sun, money, rock on Rock on If your soul loves the sun, money, rock on Rock on If your soul loves the sun, money, rock on Rock on If your soul loves the sun, money, rock on Rock on
Writer(s): Jason Vasquez, Brett Anthony Bouldin, Larry E. Muggerud Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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