I told you before Don't you hear what I say? I won't take it no more No more making me stay Down on my knees You know I'm down on my knees, yeah Yes, I've been down on my knees But I'm through begging, please Don't want get back on my knees, yeah Nobody knows What your putting me through Nobody knows If it's worth it for you (Nobody sees) You got me down on my knees, yeah Well, I've been down on my knees And I'm through begging, please Don't put my back on my knees, yeah You know that I always loved you Never placed myself above you Don't let me go If I wish that I could Don't tell me no If I wish that you would Down on my knees You brought me down on my knees, yeah Well, I've been down on my knees But I'm through begging, please Don't put me back on my knees, yeah You know how I always loved you There's no time that I have tried to place myself above you Down on my knees You know I'm down on my knees, yeah Well, I've been down on my knees But I'm through beggin', please Don't put me back on my knees, yeah Well, I've been down on my knees But I'm through begging, please Don't put me back on my knees

My Lord, my God, Father. You, my God, you epitomize 'Love' The word that only you are the definition of You give it out so readily to all who desire Even though behind your back, as sinners we conspire How deep and amazing is your never-ending grace 'Cause all we're gonna do is smash it into your face The kind of people we are man, we're going down hill We live to die, die to live, we readily kill I must pain you to see people just like me Who never stop falling to the ground, we're so weak Day in and day out we say we're really true But really sometimes I'm hiding feelings from you Use me, God, even though I'm little in worth Compared to your presence, Lord you made the great earth And all I do is think about your own creation Here I am, once again, facedown and I'm on my knees I'm on my knees I'm on my knees Lord, I'm on my knees I was nothing 'fore I met You Committed in my ways, never understood that I was supposed to live for You Weekly church, paying tithes, helping out Thinking these works comprised the meat of what the Christian life's about So my life consisted of my persistence in the things I could do for You Naive to perceive the path that You set for me Walking in selfish agendas, good intentions, but it was not what You planned for me I made it all about what I can do for You, pursue these visions in mind Leading me down meaningless avenues Till You renewed my mind, it's not about what I can yield But humble myself so the King can live through me and be revealed My hearts desire to depend on You for everything Even when I'm confident of what to do, I'll ask my King Jesus guide my path, Lord of Lords, Prince of Peace I lift all I am to You, so I'm on my knees I'm on my knees I'm on my knees, Lord Yes, I'm on my knees Father, I'm aching for my generation. I feel the anguish in my heart and all my thoughts are racing, I know that you are patient. Even though nobody wants to give you praise And people choose to blame you for all their troubles and pain. I will stand in the gap for all the lovers and haters. Stand in the gap for every single nay-sayer That is living on my campus, who got it all backwards. Will you please redeem this land and clean up all the damage? Overwhelm my brothers who are facing displacement. I know that you will over flow all the cups of the vacant. I see that apathy is spreading quite rapidly, Feeling like I'm powerless, revival isn't happening. So here I am on my knees again. I'm in awe of your glory, got a peace within. So here I am on my knees again. I'm amazed by your grace, got a peace within. I'm on my knees Father, I'm on my knees I'm on my knees (Yea) I'm on my knees

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.)