Lord's Prayer

Lyrics for Lord's Prayer

Amen! Ooh, so then we been Here to praise the underground the way it should've been But not to rock gospel, or to sound hostile I'm glad I seen the light before I wound up as a fossil Now this ain't church because my sermon sounded different And if you feel the music I can tell you feel the spirit So swing the tambourine as I take you to a scene Of the underground, know what I mean? Now this is my anthem, sort of like my national And people still sing it from the streets to the classroom I don't believe it, but glory hallelujah And it's 'cause I gotta get funky like tuna I'm not a Muslim or Christian or Baptist But yo I give thanks if you listen to me rap this Now who's the reverend? That's the next question My moms, my grams, and uh, my mother's husband Now Funky Man's my deacon 'cause he backs me when I'm speaking And Jazz is the pastor 'cause he mixed the crazy beats, and uh My congregation backs me like a choir (Gracious Lord) And then we were hired to Freak the underground and bring back the hip-hop on a Peaceful journey like, hey baby, won't stop So where you worship? A chapel in a small town? No matter what I praise God in the underground LowTalk is here, bow your heads for the prayer LowTalk is here, bow your heads for the prayer Kumbaya, my Lord (What?) My Lord (What?) My Lord (What?) While I do my thing choir sing Kumbaya, my Lord Kumbaya Now chill, watch me rock this Now in my underground there's no tradism or baptism Punk MCs I dismiss 'em with my rhythmic exorcism Lord Jazz, hit me one time for the deacon I wanna give a sermon but my beeper keeps on beepin' So do it all, step up to the podium and preach, G While I get to my phone so I can see who's tryin' to reach me Thou shall not front like he's hard when he's not (Well) Thou shall not front like he's fresh when he's not (Well) Thou shall not front like he's down when he's not (Well) Thou shall not front, underground when he's bop I write my lyrics on a scroll in the ark made by Noah I like my head with crowns when forty minus over Yey, though I walk through this valley of brightness I shall fear no other brother 'cause these brothers need practice And I shall set a table in the presence of my brothers LowTalk, whether or wrong or right, I put no one above us Between us there's a bond that no one could ever sever And I shall dwell in the underground forever To interrupt my sermon is really kind of bold So may the good Lord have mercy on your soul LowTalk is here, bow your heads for the prayer LowTalk is here, bow your heads for the prayer LowTalk is here, bow your heads for the prayer LowTalk is here, bow your heads for the prayer Little Jimmy Swaggart was sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G Jimmy Baker was rich but Jimmy Baker went crazy (Nineteen million twenty-five thousand, yo, get away from me!) Now you understand, now you understand Why people go to church in the underground land (Why?) Because your modern-day religion is busted The preacher is a thief and nuns just can't be trusted They walk around the church, collecting all your dough Where will the buck stop? Nobody knows It's not right to gamble, oh ain't that a pity What's up with all them bus rides, you know, Atlantic City? The Trump Tower, the hall, or maybe the castle Reverend Wade just hit the jackpot (Oh, we're not special) But wait, but wait, you just hit the jackpot What are you gonna do next? Well, I'm going to the promised land In my brand new Cadill-ac So don't get mad if we don't pray like you be praying You might think we're against church but that's not what I'm saying And if you think we're buggin', you Just might need to take a second look You never know, your preacher just might be a crook So if you wanna pray but you don't wanna get caught out there Everybody stand up, clap your hands for the Lord's prayer