[Verse 1: Adam WarRock]
Oi oi oi
If there's a god in heaven, then hope he's listening
To all these prayers I'm whispering
Sitting in church and fidgeting
The preacher told me
Secular music was just a tool of the devil
That I should burn my CD's there at the temple
But I didn't do it, (nah)
Cause music was religion to me
Cause I felt free whenever I played that CD
And I pushed every knob til it couldn't go past
The tens on my receiver and it made me a believer
And I moshed with the fever and I smashed guitars
And I scribble out lyrics 'stead of listening to my teachers
And my hair was long and my eyes were red
And my breath was full of smoke cause the fire is kept
It's like deep down in the south of me
Man, should've seen the mouth of me
Somewhere stuck in the middle
Like Malcom B without the scene
Hip-hop had found me, ya damn right
And now I make love to her
Every damn night
And all the fan's like
Putting up their hands like
[Hook]
They try to tell me that I'm going to hell
(I want your salvation whoa oh oh)
But when they're preaching in my face, oh well
(I want your salvation whoa oh oh)
They try to call me a sinner a saint
(I want your salvation whoa oh oh)
You wanna save me? I'm saying you can't
(I want your salvation whoa oh oh)
[Verse 2: Tribe One]
In 1999 I found religion
And a bit of bad luck cause my music wasn't into that
But I threw out everything that wasn't Christian rap
And ever since I've been trying to get it back
The next year I saw Mos Def at the Lyricist Lounge
And found myself surrounded by cheering kids
The crowd shouted that they only wanna hear the hits
And he responded that he wanted an experience
There's a mysterious, wonderful sort of feeling
That cut us from floor to ceiling
And nothing is more appealing
Cause colors are more vivid
And dullards are more brilliant
Nothing covers your spirit like a good song
I don't wanna be saved, I want a DJ
To drop a beat break and palm the replay
And live like I won a million dollar sweepstakes
Just to spend it all getting high on the free base
Call me a cheapskate
[Hook]
They try to tell me that I'm going to hell
(I want your salvation whoa oh oh)
But when they're preaching in my face, oh well
(I want your salvation whoa oh oh)
They try to call me a sinner a saint
(I want your salvation whoa oh oh)
You wanna save me? I'm saying you can't
(I want your salvation whoa oh oh)
Twenty twenty twenty four hours to go
Twenty twenty twenty four hours to go
Twenty twenty twenty four hours to go
I wanna be sedated