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House Of Pain Miscellaneous Womb To The Tomb CHORUS: From the womb to the tomb [Earth to dust] From the earth to the moon [The woman I trust] And from the sea to the sky [I see reflection] And from the brain through the eye [Another ???] From the celtic tribes and highland plains I hit you with the quickness like bad brains I ain't blowin' no spikes, no queers, no dykes Just the pale faced cracker in the high-top nikes Don't bust 'em mics, you smokin' cannabis And if it's God, stay off,in the sig I trust You don't think I'll bust, you don't know my style I got kids that'll hit ya on the low profile I've been from 248 to East New York My earth don't wear swine, I don't eat pork Put down you silver platter, kid, come check the data My crew's chalk full of free information It's G, hide, neck'll be the destination Glory be to God, one more prostration The root and foundation of civilization CHORUS VERSE: Divine Styler CHORUS VERSE: Divine Styler Now if knowledge is the essence of every man Link 'em up with his wisdom so they understand No matter who ya be set your culture free 'Cause it's the final hour, time to refine your power We're all equal, livin' man is God You can't destroy what I build, 'cause I'm on ??? That's my cipher, my atom is a sphere and a square 'Cause I'm here and I'm there From the sea to the air CHORUS |
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