Tribe One - SLVATION (f/ Tribe One) lyrics

[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