| And one for the love of the Lord
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| Heavenly Father we need us a sword, sword, sword, sword, sword
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| And one for the love of the Lord
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| And one for the love of the Lord
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| Heavenly Father we need us a sword, sword, sword, sword, sword
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| (Get off me, get off me!) What, what, what?
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| And where do we come, come, and where do we go, go
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| Tell me what do we see (see) see, tell me what do you know (what, what?)
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| And where do we come, come, and where do we go, go
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| Tell me what do we see (see) see, tell me what do you know (what, what?)
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| And one for the love of the Lord and Heavenly Father we need us a sword
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| But we know no weapons are formed
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| They’ll go up against us, we got us no sword
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| And I’m ridin the midst of the war, money galore, gunning my gunny
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| My sonny, and honey I’m feelin it raw, watchin it every step of the door
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| Whatever you seen and you saw
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| You should be shuttin your jaw, killin 'em y’all
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| See that is the only thing I wanted to do, what I’m here for
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| Remember you gotta be you, I gotta be me, we gotta be
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| Forever together you’ll see, where most of them flee it’ll be B. B
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| I gotta do me; |
| what’chu expect, forgot that I come from the set?
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| Wanna get wet and punched and how to get crunched
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| You come and you get with the best
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| Nevertheless, one of the blessed, some of the rest, comin to test
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| Envious friends, we’re here for our enemies
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| Never pretend to be rude I don’t even have to poke out my chest
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| We up in the rep, the story is told but baby you don’t know the half
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| Places I done been without sellin out
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| It’ll make me cry until I laugh ('til I laugh)
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| The higher power watches over me every day
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| Every step of the way
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| Now one in the house, yes, it’s one forever
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| Now it’s time to move out, rough, rugged and clever
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| Tragedy, bodies are flyin, spirits are cryin
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| I am Bryon, here to rock it for planet Orion
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| Deep, breathin and sighin, tryin to make it righteous
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| With everything goin against us, why they still tryin to fight us?
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| Brighter days for the titans of Christ, throwin the rice
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| Prices is ice, cyanide, high in the light
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| Elevations of plateau-able, still with the unknowable
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| Showed up, for the show-able; |
| still, I’m down to roll-able
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| You know, ready to go, the posse of my people
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| Meek, and still feeble, royal, and legal
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| I’m feelin good baby, and makin love, it is phenomenal
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| Don’t treat me like an animal, I’m not an honorable
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| Get it poppin baby
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| Now let me sit back, relax and let these rhythms teach you the facts
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| As I massage yo' feet — you need somethin to eat? |
| (woo)
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| It’s Mr. Loverboy, with a pocket full of tender
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| Baby, these are my sisters and brothers, we livin in splendor
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| Remember me? |
| It’s baby Bryon born in September
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| I will never leave you momma, not never, ever, ever
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| I mean forever, forever ever ever
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| Through the winter and the dawn even of, stormy weather
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| Jewelry, draped in the dawn, court cases adjourned
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| Make, praises of joy to the Lord, poise boy
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| I’m tellin them that I need some quiet to kill the fuckin noise
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| These motherfuckers don’t know I need some oint-ment
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| Thank you, thank you, thank you for tunin in
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| Most definitely, thank you very very very much
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| Praise God up in here; |
| oh hey, sit down, have you a drink
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| Y’understand what I’m sayin, get you a drink
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| Lean back, let your toes rest
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| Bizzy Bone the Midwest Cowboy, please believe me
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| With no bullet-proof vest, it’s on and motherfuckin crackin baby
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| Shouts out, to the family members
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| Lil' Layzie Bone, in the motherfuckin house
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| Krayzie Bone, in the motherfuckin house
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| Wish Bone, in the motherfuckin house!
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| Flesh-N-Bone, can’t wait 'til you get out nigga
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| Can’t wait 'til you get out nigga, one time for they mind
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| No evil, no weapons formed against us shall prosper
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| Please trust and believe, one time for they mind
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| Where do we go? |