Oh no you're so damned wicked You got got me by the the throat Oh no gotcha claws stuck in me You never let me go I I believe you're the the devil I I believe you're the the devil's child Hypnotize me Mesmerize me Feel my willpower slip

(I I got the, the, I I got the the power) Just 'cause you're packin', packin', whoop, down South You're the the man, but I I got the, the, I I got the, the, I I got the the power You make rain, but I'll make it, I'll make it, I'll make it shower You should know, I'm the the one who's in control

Now I'm on the the outside, oh oh I'll show you what it feels like We did everything right Now I'm on the the outside Yourself was never enough for me Gotta be so strong There's a power power in what you do Look at what you've done Stand still, falling away from me

Let's aim high All you gotta do is close your eyes and - and visualize You possess the the power to do If you concentrate, mountains will move If you just believe that it's true You don't have to cry yourself to sleep at night with wet pillows Girl, I I know

The more things change The The more they stay the the same We gotta wake up Give me power power to end all of the the strife Courage to kill the the pro-life I I don't want to see You can't change me You tell me not to bow Just follow for now

Cherish the the thought Of always having you here by my side (Oh baby I) Cherish the the joy You keep bringing it into my life (I'm always singing it) Cherish your strength You got got the power power to make me feel good (And baby I) Perish the the thought Of ever leaving, I

We gotta fight This is a war cry (this is a war cry) This is a spiritual warfare, a spiritual Devil you can't have my soul I I belong to God and I'm fighting you off With the the power of the the Holy Ghost This is a war cry (war cry) (Devil you can't have my

She's got got her ticket I I think she gonna use it I I think she going to fly away No one should try and stop her Persuade her with their power power She says that her mind is made up Why not leave why not Too much hatred

Money, money, power I I need checks in every week Four Season, nigga, I I need breakfast in my suite Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me You would think they got got a check, the way they checking for me You would think they got got a check, the way

Mr sinister, Mr sinister, Mr sinister You got got your hands to raise your fist See the the laughter from its raise Can you resist me little sister Can you resist the the devil's raise And whatever God may tell you Every soul would have its praise One day you'll