paroles de chanson Praise Him (feat. Nas) - Nas , LL Cool J

Knowledge and wisdom bring understanding
For the culture, bringing freedom to the planet
The power to refine how we planned it
Bring equality to God's economy
Build the truth, destroy in the booth
What I was born to do, decipher for you
Hey, Allah, what you wanna be when you're born?
What you really need to see is yourself in divine form
For the sake of equality, I'm fathering the song
Spirit of God, bring he and her along
They mistreat Islam, no justice performed
Till I'm crowned king, love, hell, right or wrong
Thе master, dominate the stagеs I'm on right now
And it won't end when I'm gone
Control the cypher, I got the power, bring it on
Watch ya queen get snatched like a pawn
Slicker than a ruler, the savior is born
Tell you the truth, you're square, your style's all wrong
You ain't understanding the universe
Some say they want the victory but don't wanna rehearse
Gotta work with the wisdom if you want it to work
We don't fear the unknown, staying in the zone
Ask, "Why?" I reply, "To each his own"
Roll a Zig-Zag zig 'cause the God came home, let's go

Praise him all you can
All woman and man
Praise him with your heart
Praise him with your mind
Praise him everyone, all of humankind
Praise him, praise him, praise him
Praise him, praise him, praise him
Praise him, praise him, praise him

Peace to all, peace to y'all
Peace to all, peace to y'all
Fly women and gentlemen, I gotta say, iconic is the sentiment
Definitive, blending smooth and menacing is him again
Bally shoe with the velour, yeah, that's a fit again
In prison, they be listening, I get 'em through they sentences
He whistle through his solid gold gold teeth
His fists all metal, tapping a cold beat
That sound made me a wild wavy
My style pay me since junior high school with Craig G
I grew to be established having a stash
And once was banned from every club from Queens to Staten
Now in the Zoom meetings, sipping Veuve Clicq' and eating
Reminiscing when I got my new sheepskin, was goon season
It started in the Project Park
1985, '86 with the Clarks with the gum sole
Them young boys, they brung noise and jumped off
You soft outside fresh, a dumb choice
Bum rushed, gun bust
Over Cazal glasses, they got that ass whipped
I first heard "I Need a Beat"
I got on the train, last stop on the F and E
Jamaica bound, hopped in a dollar van to Farmers
Just to see the God they called Todd lives
They say you raised up some hood toddlers
Now we connect more knowledge and more dollars, peace