Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the Bible No I.D. my mentor now let the story begin Now what you're 'bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin Long live the idols, may they never be your rivals I can't believe I let Nas down Freedom or jail, clips inserted A

So if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please She's bugging me again, run to

Need a little time to wake up wake up What's the story morning glory? Need a little time to wake up All your dreams are made When you're chained to the mirror and the razor blade Today's the day that all the world will see Another sunny afternoon Walking

This is who we are This is what I am We have nowhere else to go Divided we will stand Into glory we will ride We are the ugly Beaten and torn Brooding with power and ready for more We are the hungry

Rock of ages, rock of ages Long live rock 'n' roll What do you want, what do you want? Still rollin', keep a-rollin' Still rollin', rock'n'rollin' We got the power, got the glory Just say you need it and if you need it

I set fire to the glory I set fire to the dream I set fire to the only thing That lead me from the streets Don't tell me it's over, 'cause I don't want to believe 'Cause now I've opened my eyes and I have found a way to breathe The truth sets me free Oh,

I’ll see you on the other side of the war I may not live to see our glory But I’ve seen wonders great and small I’ve seen wonders great and small ‘Cause if the tomcat can get married If Alexander can get married There’s hope for our ass, after all Raise

He who has ears to hear, let him hear For this is a tale of an ancient kind In the word there lies existence and the word became flesh And dwelt among us and we saw its glory Let him hear it who will Every soul heard Some ran and hid away Some listened

Glory, glory hallelujah His truth is marching on Look away, look away, look away Dixieland Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton Old times they are not forgotten Oh, I wish I was in Dixie, away, away In Dixieland I take my stand to live and die in Dixie

They'll tell the story of tonight You will be found And when our children tell their story No matter what they tell you Tomorrow there'll be more of us Telling the story of tonight We may not yet have reached our glory But I will gladly join the fight