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The Fugees

Genres: Hip-Hop

Temple Lyrics - The Fugees

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, usedâ??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 wordsâ??d 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 padsâ??re not slippin' 

They think they rippin' rappin' 

The only 'rappin' they doing is in the room before they packin'. 

 

You gained the world, sucker 

But 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 [unknown] 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 â??Who's really maxin'?â??, 

'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 â?? ha. 

But I might hit â??em with a gun that's harder than all guns 

My check from the temple - check the text 

 

(It's got the news to get wreck) 

Can I get a witness? Check the text. 

Get wrecked. Check the text, check the text 

(It's got the new [unknown] 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 Proverbs 

But 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 â? ¦. 

 

Come 

On 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 man's chest there beats a heart 

Hip-hop's where it starts, I tried to master the art. 

Come on!" 

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