Praise Him - LL COOL J

Knowledge and wisdom bring understanding

For the culture, bringing freedom to the planet

The power to refine how we planned it

Bring equality to God's economy

Build the truth, destroy in the booth

What I was born to do, decipher for you

Hey, Allah, what you wanna be when you're born?

What you really need to see is yourself in divine form

For the sake of equality, I'm fathering the song

Spirit of God, bring he and her along

They mistreat Islam, no justice performed

'Til I'm crowned king, love, hell, right or wrong

The master, dominate the stages I'm on right now

And it won't end when I'm gone

Control the cypher, I got the power, bring it on

Watch ya queen get snatched like a pawn

Slicker than a ruler, the savior is born

Tell you the truth, you're square, your style's all wrong

You ain't understanding the universe

Some say they want the victory but don't wanna rehearse

Gotta work with the wisdom if you want it to work

We don't fear the unknown, staying in the zone

Ask, "Why?" I reply, "To each his own"

Roll a Zig-Zag zig 'cause the God came home, let's go

Praise him all you can

All woman and man

Praise him with your heart

Praise him with your mind

Praise him everyone, all of humankind

Praise him, praise him, praise him

Praise him, praise him, praise him

Praise him, praise him, praise him

Peace to all, peace to y'all

Peace to all, peace to y'all

Fly women and gentlemen

I gotta say, iconic is the sentiment

Definitive, blending smooth and menacing is him again

Bally shoe with the velour, yeah, that's the fit again

In prison, they be listening

I get 'em through they sentences

He whistle through his solid gold, gold teeth

His fists all metal, tapping a cold beat

That sound made me, I'm wild wavy

My style pay me since junior high school with Craig G

I grew to be established

Having a stash and once was banned from every club from Queens to Staten

Now in the Zoom meetings sipping Veuve Clicq' and

Eating, reminiscing when I got my new sheepskin

Was goon season, it started in the Project Park

1985, '86 with the Clarks

With the gum sole, them young boys, they brung noise

And jumped off, you soft outside fresh, a dumb choice

Bum rushed, gun bust

Over Cazal glasses, they got that ass whipped

I first heard "I Need a Beat"

I got on the train, last stop on the F and E

Jamaica bound, hopped in a dollar van to Farmers

Just to see the God they called Todd lives

They say you raised up some hood toddlers

Now we connect more knowledge and more dollars, peace