There ain't no grave can hold my body down There ain't no grave can hold my body down When I hear that trumpet sound I'm gonna rise right out of the ground Ain't no grave can hold my body down Well, look way down the river What do you think I see? I see a band of angels, and they're coming after me Ain't no grave can hold my body down There ain't no grave can hold my body down Well, look down yonder, Gabriel Put your feet on the land and sea But Gabriel, don't you blow your trumpet 'til you hear it from me There ain't no grave can hold my body down Ain't no grave can hold my body down Well, meet me, Jesus, meet me Meet me in the middle of the air And if these wings don't fail me I will meet you anywhere Ain't no grave can hold my body down There ain't no grave can hold my body down Well, meet me, mother and father Meet me down the river road And momma you know that I'll be there When I check in my load Ain't no grave can hold my body down There aint no grave can hold my body down There ain't no grave can hold my body down

Oh my Lord it's a winding road It's all bent from a heavy load Feel the weight beneath the ground Ain't no grave gonna hold me down Oh my Lord I can barely sing Waiting for You and Your reckoning Angels humming, can you hear the sound? Ain't no grave gonna hold me down Ain't no grave gonna hold me down I will rise, I will rise I will rise, I will rise Troubles come for everyone Death has no respect for love Roll that stone, I won't be found Ain't no grave gonna hold me down Lord, I'm crooked from head to toe Got dirty hands and a dirty soul I was lost, but now I'm found Ain't no grave gonna hold me down Ain't no grave gonna hold me down I will rise, I will rise I will rise, I will rise Troubles come for everyone Death has no respect for love Roll that stone, I won't be found Ain't no grave gonna hold me down Woah, waoh Woah, woah Feel the weight beneath the ground Ain't no grave gonna hold me down I will rise, I will rise I will rise, I will rise Troubles come for everyone Death has no respect for love Roll that stone, I won't be found Ain't no grave gonna hold me down Woah, woah Woah, woah Ain't no grave gonna hold me down Ain't no grave gonna hold me down

Oh, shame is a prison as cruel as a grave Shame is a robber and he's come to take my name Oh, love is my redeemer, lifting me up from the ground Love is the power where my freedom song is found There ain't no grave Gonna hold my body down There ain't no grave Gonna hold my body down When I hear that trumpet sound I'm gonna rise up outta the ground There ain't no grave Gonna hold my body down Oh, fear is a liar with a smooth and velvet tongue Fear is a tyrant, he's always telling me to run Oh, love is a resurrection and love is a trumpet sound Love is my weapon, I'm gonna take my giants down There ain't no grave Gonna hold my body down There ain't no grave Gonna hold my body down When I hear that trumpet sound I'm gonna rise up outta the ground There ain't no grave Gonna hold my body down Oh, there was a battle, a war between death and life And there on a tree, the Lamb of God was crucified And He went on down to hell, He took back every key He rose up as a lion and He set all captives free There ain't no grave Could hold His body down There ain't no grave Could hold His body down When He heard the trumpet sound He rose up outta the ground There ain't no grave Could hold His body down There ain't no grave Could hold His body down There ain't no grave Could hold my body down There ain't no grave Could hold my body down Oh, if You walked out of the grave, I'm walking too If You walked out of the grave, I'm walking too If You walked out of the grave, I'm walking too If You walked out of the grave, I'm walking too If You walked out of the grave, I'm walking too If You walked out of the grave, I'm walking too Oh, we'll sing about it, yeah If You walked out of the grave, I'm walking too I'm following Jesus If You walked out of the grave, I'm walking too Oh, if You walked out of the grave, I'm walking too If You walked out of the grave, I'm walking too If You walked out of the grave, I'm walking too If You walked out of the grave, I'm walking too There ain't no grave Gonna hold my body down There ain't no grave Gonna hold my body down When I hear that trumpet sound I'm gonna rise up outta the ground There ain't no grave Gonna hold my body down There ain't no grave Gonna hold my body down There ain't no grave Gonna hold my body down

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)