| It goes
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| (Bodya)(bodya)(bodya)(bodya)
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| Come on
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| (Bodya)(bodya)(bodya)(bodya)
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| Bassline penetration with the God Sound vibration
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| Me and M-o used to demo, but no longer demonstrations
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| Strictly consecration for my people seem to be in a state of incarceration
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| Can’t lift they mindstate off the plantation
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| Get off the block, brotherman, with no hesitation
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| Vex be like the logo cause my mode be on evasion
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| Have y’all bouncin like a pogo while exposin ill Freemasons
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| At the top of the charts or out in space stations
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| This is your cancellation, flip on you like you flipped the boat of Haitians
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| Boogiemonsters take the world by sensation
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| Elation fills the speakers, knock the woofers, pierce the tweeters
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| Unique is the duo doin judo on kids with heaters
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| Sparkin, read 'The Keys of This Blood' by Malachi Martin
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| ??? |
| makes me feel like revolution startin
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| And plus I got the heart in this to rip apart in this
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| The ??? |
| have us all act our part in this
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| The art in this will have Nova Scotia up on the culture
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| All the way in Saudi Arabia |
| Yo, they sayin bodya…
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| (Bodya)
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| Now all cease with the anger, enraptured by the beast from the manger
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| Ha-ha, what up stranger, you’re headin straight for danger
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| So I be the ranger, you’re chokin like the midnight strangler
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| See, we must escape from New York, my life goes beyond 40 bottles and pork
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| The government eliminates the poor like it’s sport
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| We gotta keep you open, hip-hop is how you walk and how you talk
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| ??? |
| for the love of pride we think we holdin down some fort
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| The instability and insecurity
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| I see we need to open up your eyes and realize
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| That this New World Order’s on the rise in no disguise to the wise
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| I’m obliged whenever I speak on those lies
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| Those highly govermental guys tell me
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| Biblical foundations never fail me, I see the world fallin
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| Wisdom speaks to me and I speak back to God, I know my calling
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| Now since your ears are lendable
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| Some feel like the blackman is expendable
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| For real, the devil’s thoughts be ill
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| Deeper than Atlantis, we in the land of steel
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| And if AIDS ain’t a man-made disease, my name is Jill |
| (Bodya) |