Delivered straight from the temple

Hip hop ya don't stop

One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, rock!



Well as an infant I was born into religion,

My mother called me Baptist

But what she forgot to mention

Was what Baptist meant.

The story goes God sent his only begotten son

To 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 Protestant

And couldn't figure out where Baptist fit.

Hastily got crazy that ya made me see

Brother 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, used'a call me nigga.

And ...... black hole leaves no control over thought.

I leave my body to see where the pits

Go high when the physical takes control.

No communications with the inner self

The 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 stop

One 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 words'd say