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How to Pronounce Anger I gotta get this out of me before we start this album Rob Rebeck I want this one to go before the intro so they'll know What this album's for Ey, my momma, my momma, my momma is so tormented She been through trauma, more drama The dawn is gone, it's more tinted on this side it gets out of it How does a prophet who loved God as his father slip And then get the bottomless side of it? How come an angel gotta be sick in the pancreas like she an atheist? Maybe it's the faith that is making this lady and crazy has made me this skeptic Next threat is lupus on top of epileptic Never rested, psychiatrist forever tested, reverend blessed it Brethren, heaven, Tech is beggin' for effin' X-Mas Hopin' momma ain't left an exit It better get better quick How you let her get sick with bread invested? In the church every Sunday, I've been searchin' for one way Or another, you're gonna have to curse me or burst me with a sunray To let me know that you're coming or en route I'm 'bout 99, but I need 100% proof! Show me a god, ahh! I'm kinda feelin' that it is a facade Show me a god, ahh! And if it is, why ain't he doin' his job? Show me a god, ahh! Even if it's a thing, a man, or a broad Show me a god, please! Let me know something is listening when I'm down on my knees Where is the passion of Christ? What happened to passin' his life for the masses? Bad it ain't happenin' twice 'Cause my mother's stacked in a lab and it's stagnant at nights I need your help, and I'm not askin' it nice All in life it's been paramedics All my life comin' up all I heard "Is there a medic?" A youngin', all I could do is stare at it Seizure after seizure, if I was you Wouldn't ne'er let it be hereditary If Aar' get it, I swear that it's scary Sittin' in an insane asylum God or god's ghost, man I aim to find him To take away all of this angel's pain inside, come rain If Momma go, how come I can't deny them? And she only 54 in a ward, watchin' her war And it's more blood and gore She tore 'cause people are so deceivin' And I'm on the floor 'Cause with nor Lord this war absorbs more poor Havin' all the soldiers screamin' Show me a god, ahh! I'm kinda feelin' that it is a facade Show me a god, ahh! And if it is, why ain't he doin' his job? Show me a god, ahh! Even if it's a thing, a man, or a broad Show me a god, please! Let me know something is listening when I'm down on my knees Think of how all the victims of Katrina feelin' They need a ceilin', they say that Mother Nature, she the villain I plead a million, the bible, I read a billion Still I'm free to see the real and my feet are grillin' 'Cause hellish heat is buildin' up Think my momma ain't ill enough? It's killin' us I will erupt if they're pillin' her false, still ain't no healin' her Been searchin' for answers, but I find nothin' but man stuff That puts a damper on the current problem at hand, bruh Or whatever it is, I will never forgive Anybody who take Maudie better get her to live She's so sick that it don't matter how much cheddar I give To the thing or the lady, here's a letter to his Majesty, why ain't you stoppin' these tragedies? My mother's glad to be with you, but her life's been a raggedy one What's gonna be done? In 2012 when hell's gonna be When the Earth aligns with the Sun? Show me a god, ahh! I'm kinda feelin' that it is a facade Show me a god, ahh! And if it is, why ain't he doin' his job? Show me a god, ahh! Even if it's a thing, a man, or a broad Show me a god, please! Let me know something is listening when I'm down on my knees That's why I be lookin' for ghosts Somethin' supernatural Only thing I know that's supernatural is the rappin' Maybe if I saw something like that it'd make me change my life or somethin' Now let's get into K.O.D
How to Pronounce Liberty gives an inexpressible Charm to all our Enjoyments. It imparts a Relish to the most indifferent Pleasure, and renders the highest Gratification the more consummately delightful. It is the Refinement of Life; it sooths and alleviates our Toils; smooths the rugged Brow of Adversity, and endears and enhances every Acquistion in their Carriage; something of grandeur and Sublimity in their Appearance, resulting from their Freedom and Independence, that is never to be met with in those dreary Abodes, where the embittering Cirumstances of a precarious Property, mars the Relish of every Gratification, and damps the most magnanimous Spirits. They can think for themselves; publish their Sentiments, and animadvert on Religion and Government, secure and unmolested. ... But in absolute Monarchies, the whole Country is overspread with a dismal Gloom. Slavery is stamp'd on the Looks of the Inhabitants; and Penury engraved on their Visages, in strong and legible Characters. To prevent Complaints, the Press is prohibited; and a Vindication of the natural Rights of Mankind is Treason. Every generous Spirit is broke and depressed: Human Nature is degraded, insulted, spurn'd, and outrag'd: The lovely Image of GOD, is defaced and disfigur'd, and the Lord of Creation treated like the bestial Herd. The liberal Sciences languish: The politer Arts droop their Heads: Merit is banished to Cells and Deserts; and Virtue frowned into Dungeons, or dispatched to the Gallies: Iniquity is exalted: Goodness trod under Foot: Truth perverted; and the barbarous Outrages of Tyranny, sanctifi4ed and adored. The Fields lie waste and uncultivated: Commerce is incumbered with supernumerancy Duties: The Tyrant riots in the Spoils of his People; and drains their Purses, to replenish his instantiate Treasury. He wages War against his own Subjects. Does any one think the above Representation, the Result of a roving Fancy, or figur'd beyond the Life; let him take a Survey of Rome; o'er-while the Nurse of Heroes, and the Terror of the World; but now the obscene Haunt of sequestered Bigots, and effemiated Slaves. Where are not her Scipios, and Tullys, her Brutuses, and her Catos, with other Names are equal Lustre, who plann'd her Laws , and fought her Battles, during her Freedom and Independence? Alas! they are succeeded by cloistered Monks and castrated Musicians, in Subjection to a filthy old Harlot, that pretends to a Power of devouring her Mediator, and claims a Right to eat up her People. Let him survey all Italy, once the Seat of Arts and Arms, and every Thing great and valuable; now the joyless Theatre of Oppression and Tyranny, Supersitition and Ignorance. Let him behold all this; and when he has finished his Survey, then let him believe and tremble. But far otherwise, is the Condition of a free People. Under the mild and gentle Administration of a limited Prince, every Thing looks cheerful and happy, smiling and serene. Agriculture is encouraged, and proves the annual Source of immense Riches to the Kingdom: The Earth opens her fertile Bosom to the Plough-share, and luxuriant Harvests diffuse Wealth and Plenty thro' the Land: The Fields stand thick with Corn: The Pastures smile with Herbage: The Hills and Vallies are cover'd with Flocks and Herds: Manufacturies flourish; and unprecarious Plenty recompenses the Articficer's Toil: In a Word, Nothing is seen but universal Joy and Festivity. Such is the Happiness of the People, under the blissful Reign of a good King. But do they get a Prince, whose Heart is poison'd with Regard to regal Authority,, and who vainly imagines; that the Grandeur of Princes consists in making themselves feared; and accordingly plays the devil in the Name of the Lord: They boldly assert their Rights, and call aloud for Justice; They cannot, they will not be enslaved. Sooner shall the royal Sinner have the Honour of Martyrdom, and the Lord's Anointed perish for his Iniquity, than the whole Frame of the Government be unhinged and dissolved...] ... How signal is our Happiness, in being blessed with a Prince, form'd from the friend of the Nation, and the defender of the Liberties of Europe! A Prince, who despises the Thought of placing his Grandeur in the Violation of the Laws; but is nobly ambitions of reigning in the Hearts of his People: A Prince, who invariably exerts his native Greatness of Soul, and all his inherent and hereditary Virtues, in the Support of Truth, Religion and Liberty: A Prince, in fine, unemulous of arbitrary Sway; but ardently aspiring after those brighter Trophies, that are earn'd in the Paths of Virtue and heroic Deeds; in relieving the Injured, protecting the Oppressed, and by a diffusive Benevolence, promoting the Happiness of Mankind. Long, oh long may he still adron the Throne of his Ancestors! and when the Sovereign Disposer of Events, shall at last, to the keen and universal Affliction of his People, translate him to the Possession of a Crown, eternal and incorruptible; we may presage, (which will be the only Consideration capable of alleviating our Sorrow,) the greatest Glory, and the brightest Triumphs, from his Royal Highness's eminent Virtues; whose future Reign promises the most distinguished Prosperity to the Nation; and will exhibit to Britain, a Monarch, from his benevolent Disposition, and princely Education, the Father of his People, as well as a shining Ornament to that illustrious Family, of which we will have already seen two Heroes on the British Throne; the Scourges of Tyrants, and the Assertors of Liberty.