Friday, January 26, 2007

the grand oral disseminator

Maxi Jazz: My name is Maxi Jazz and I ain't no joke
I'll make you choke on the mike when I go for broke
when I come into a jam I tear off my shirt
I have no knowledge of fear 'cause I'm here to do work

Watch me ride...

Take my words and the basstaste and then swallow me
You're chasing the devil 'cause you're level if you follow me
For quality, and I make no apology
For linking my thinking with computer technology.'

cause this is like a modern day hymn For the new church
I search for the truth
I got a hole in my tooth
I'm uncouth yes sir, I'm from a street university
Where we learn to earn even in times of adversity
And I would find the easy way out of a hard time
petty crime sometime But now I'm inclined to find
A fresh direction, Kiss me neck
Check out the funky section.'cause this is the part where I start to rip up words,
A comfort coming straight from my heart,I

'm not a mystic, My views are realistic, simplistic,

One special brew I get pissed quick
And get sick so I don't do it no more
I won't find peace of mind Rolling around on the floor
The point I want to make is
you can never escape from your fate The mistake is to take without giving
From within, You wanna know how I'm living,
I'm cool.. I'm looking after myself,
And I could never place wealth before my spirit,
I feel it's unhealthy
The devil creep around your soul stealthy, stealthy
Till ya get bold, rush the gold
And before ya much older,
Ya soul is sold, where's it gettin ya?
Competition starts swearing ya,
Golddiggers setting you up,
Soon be forgetting your existence?
Do ya need a for instance,

I hafta admire your persistence

In sticking to a game plan,
That brings ya pain man,
And at the end of the day nothing is gained. So listen to the voice within
I'll see ya later,

Pay heed to the Grand Oral Disseminator.

Quiet, still, you feel there's nothing going on
Until you realize the space behind your eyes
Is filling up with something like peace
As your thoughts cease and

Pleasure grows in your soul.
I ain't a Christian, sometimesI feel like dissing em, but listen
I'm just trying to tell ya what I knowIf you would once relax, chill to the max
These words on wax will cause sweet bells
To ring in your soul.
If I say God is alive I know you wanna know why
Babies die, food don't grow, why trains smash, planes crash

Situation mash and slam bam your fellow man
Money's in fashion, huh, it ain't rational,
Because damn it, he didn't just give us the planet
And its wealth, deep inside your soul he left a piece of himself

The lord is in here. His voice is small.

You keep lying and trying, Denying the call from inside You can't hide responsibility So decide from today just how it's going to be, Thou shalt have no other god but me,

He can set you free see,

But you have to listen,

And who's that false idol
I see you kissing?
Money, success and untold wealth, good health

And all you have to do is love yourself.

It's a fact you'll attract all the things that you lack,

So just chill

And get off the racetrack

And take a pace back, face facts,
It's your decision,
You don't need eyes to see,

You need vision,

Continue to view the lord as being separated And You're living a lie that's been perpetrated, For many centuries, I wanna mention these facts in my rap I don't sing. But I want to share the peace that they bring,

My name is G.O.D.
The Grand Oral Disseminator
by faithless

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