Temple - 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 just what baptist meant!

The story goes: God sent

His only begotten son who gave his life

To make sure that I would have one

As I learned in Sunday School, is God took care

Of who’s ready to disrespect, my mother and father would be Taboo

But as I grew, I met a Jew, a Catholic

And a Protestant just couldn’t figure out where Baptist fit

Hastily I pray thee that ya make me see

Why thou has confronted me with such ambiguity

Are you Jehovah?

Or Buddha?

Or shall I call ya Allah?

All due respect, Heavenly Father

I just like to be a scholar on the subject called theology

So that time I figure

While they call themselves Christians, ya still call me nigga

And off to store a black hole leaves no control over thought

I leave my body to see the pits

Go high when the physical takes control

No communications with the inner self

The prize is the up the wise, wise who has a spiritual health

Now to explain they had the problems/visions of gettin' along with herself

She bought a corner, cornered herself and becomes a mourner

Logic brothers…

(Ahhh, yo sister can Praswell 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 pure devilism;

And if it wasn’t sayin', «Thank You Lord!», I couldn’t listen

So I used to sneak to listen to DJ Red Alert

To check the competition, or DJ Red Alert goes berserk!

Cause as a young lad, I had a big rap pad

Cause he who wanted to practice would someday be the greatest guy

So I checked them as they flippin' sometimes

They’re not flippin', they think they rippin'-rappin'

The only rappin' they doin' is in they room before they packin'

You gained the world sucker, but you lost your soul

(The devil approach you us, all you do is tell a foe)

Life after death could be eternal fire

So some get blunted but you’re back all on this when it’s all over

Mama said a blunt was a stunt to the brain

So son say, «I don’t smoke!»

but on the sneak-tip 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: Who’s really maxin'?

Cause some check in but don’t check out and either Hell or Heaven high

But to some Earth is Hell and Heaven’s death

So they predict to be Haiti’s and kill till there’s nothin' left, hah

But I’mma hit’em with a gun, that’s harder than all guns

Mic check from the temple, check the Tech

(And start the nuzzle to get wreck)

Can I get a witness?

(Check the Tech)

Get wreck (Check the Tech), check the Tech

(And start the nuzzle to get wreck), can I get a witness?

(Check the Techs), 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 Almighty — COME!

On the nineteenth of October I remember

Startin' my life as a natural leaver

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

(Ay, Pras, how could you be a hood in full of so much love?)

I said: On every man chest there breathes a heart

Hip-hop where it starts, I tried to master the art, come on!