Fugees: Temple

Delivered straight from the templeHip hop ya don't stopOne o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, rock!Well as an infant I was born into religion,My mother called me BaptistBut what she forgot to mentionWas what Baptist meant.The story goes God sent his only begotten sonTo make sure that I would have one.As I learned in Sunday school,He's ........ to disrespect my mother and father would be taboo.But as I grew I met a Jew, a Catholic and a ProtestantAnd couldn't figure out where Baptist fit.Hastily got crazy that ya made me seeBrother has confronted me with such ambiguity.Are you Jehovah, Buddha, or shall I call you Allah?All the words for Heavenly Father.I just like to be a scholar on the subject called theology,So that's how mi figure,While they call themselves Christians, useda call me nigga.And ...... black hole leaves no control over thought.I leave my body to see where the pitsGo high when the physical takes control.No communications with the inner selfThe prize is the otherwise wise, who has spiritual health.Got to explain, they had the problems visions of gettin' along with herself,Cheap on the corner, cornered herself and becomes a mourner.Logic, brothers -Ah, yo sista, can Prazwel and Wyclef get some - check it out.Delivered straight from the temple,Hip hop ya don't stopOne o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, rock!Delivered straight from the temple,I had no time to sample,My cousin's name was Samuel,I wasn't allowed to use the turntables,My dad was a preacher so rap music was your devilism,And if the wordsd say "Thank you, Lord",I couldn't listen.So I used to sneak to listen to DJ Red Alert,To check the competition.And DJ Red Alert goes berserk,'Cause as a young lad I had a big rap pad,'Cause he who waited to practice would someday be the greatest guy.So I checked them as they flippin' Sometimes their padsre not slippin'They think they rippin' rappin'The only 'rappin' they doing is in the room before they packin'.You gained the world, suckerBut you lost your soul.The devil brought you us, all you do is sell a foe.Life after death could be eternal fire,So some get blunted but you're back on earth when it's all over. Mama said that blunt was a stun to the brain So some say I don't smoke,But on a he sniff coke He won the lotto - now he dies of an overdose While the bum he picked a hole to sleep, he wanted a deep throat. So ask yourself the question Who's really maxin'?, Cause some check in but don't check out and need a Hell or Heaven high But to some Earth is Hell, in Heaven's death So they pretend to be Hades and kill till there's nothin' left ha. But I might hit em with a gun that's harder than all guns My check from the temple - check the text (Its got the news to get wreck) Can I get a witness? Check the text. Get wrecked. Check the text, check the text (Its got the new s to get wreck), can I get a witness? (Check the text), here we go yo Well I arrive let me tell you what I see in my third eye.Many die they call a battle, they got crucified.Justice is righteous in the eyes of the beholder, While the younger the better,But the older the wiser Mama used to read in deep from the Book of ProverbsBut the bird said the word was absurd, have ya heard? Knowledge - I come to teach While I increase ya decrease Some say peace, but on a street a .45's my piece Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise be to thee Jah .- comeOn the nineteentheth of October I remember startin' my life on as a natural lever Cause I lick one-two-three/four-five-six/seven shots While any priest here builds his church on a solid rock.Hit me! So feel the spirit comin' from the Heaven above.(Hey, Pras, how could you be a hood and full of so much love?) I said In every mans chest there beats a heart Hip-hops where it starts, I tried to master the art.Come on!"