| I don’t know where to turn
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| I hit my head I guess I’ll never learn
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| But they tell me I should let it bleed, let it sting, let it burn
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| Get my head firm
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| I don’t know where to turn
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| I hit my head I guess I’ll never learn
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| But they tell me I should let it bleed, let it sting, let it burn
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| Get my head firm
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| My goodness good morning
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| You’re still an apprentice
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| Every generation of MC fuck with me so I’ll by consensus
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| You see what I speak you touch it and feel it all six of your senses
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| My mission is endless I’ve been in this ten and I’m still as relentless
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| Now build you a fence if you’re feeling defensive
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| My power comes from the Most High
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| Lord God of the globe sky
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| Soul vibration is so fly I can walk on water no lie
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| Champion author small fry rock of Gibraltar; |
| north side
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| Serving this culture might I confide that I’m here to assault you
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| I got some money in the bank that I did not have when I start
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| Got a little money up in my hand I do not have money in my heart
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| I’m standing on champion greatness
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| I can not claim it cause that’s the creator I stand up and state it
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| That’s not bragging it’s praying that’s what I’m saying
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| I don’t know where to turn
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| I hit my head I guess I’ll never learn
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| But they tell me I should let it bleed, let it sting, let it burn
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| Get my head firm
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| I don’t know where to turn
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| I hit my head I guess I’ll never learn
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| But they tell me I should let it bleed, let it sting, let it burn
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| Get my head firm
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| Ya Hafidh; |
| Ya Wadud
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| I was standing on stage when my hero died
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| Feel the heartbeat of my people’s cries
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| Nation nineteen thirty three bowties
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| Light of the deen gleaming in your eyes
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| Even when the tears flow down both side you know why you sacrificed your whole
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| life
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| You can go ahead, let your soul fly cause the whole tribe blood line flow
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| through mine
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| Listen, we love to fight cause we fight for love
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| The poor righteous sons where the diamonds from
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| Libraries are transcribing us
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| And our ancestors are more alive than us
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| Put down everything you’re trying to clutch
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| An undying lust to see the climate just
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| Baby we ride 'til our time is up
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| That’s just The Divine in us
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| I don’t know where to turn
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| I hit my head I guess I’ll never learn
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| But they tell me I should let it bleed, let it sting, let it burn
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| Get my head firm |