| No man knows the date or the time
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| But angels do
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| That’s it
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| That’s it
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| My head spinnin' like a breakdancer, daddy told me question life what a great
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| answer
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| Mama asked me if I ever pondered life’s questions, I thought about it for a
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| second said «I can’t answer»
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| Now that’s one second less, the first time in my life I felt second best
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| If at first you don’t succeed then take a second guess, unless this proposition
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| cause you to second guess. |
| Wait…
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| The second hand it slowly tick, my second hand stretched out like a goalie stick
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| A man told me a lowly man’s the most holy, my response to that wholly was «holy shit»
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| Now that’s some holy shit, nigga’s drinking the blood of Jesus like a lowly tick
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| One hour to contemplate my life’s goals, throwin' dice while lights glow from
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| light poles
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| The night’s cold like white gold or white snow, right so I just write prose
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| 'til the night froze
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| You can have peace
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| You can have power
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| We hope you enjoy your final hour
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| Tell me how it goes
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| My God Deacon! |
| (what?)
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| Gosh! |
| (really?)
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| You’re a complete mess! |
| (i don’t know?)
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| What have you done to yourself!
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| No no!
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| Get yourself together man! |
| (I'm tryin!)
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| I had a dream death burst in the room
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| It was right when I burst from cocoon
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| It was right when I learned to write these verses of doom
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| And walk a tight rope from earth to the moon
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| I’m like, «death you’re early…
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| I wanna die on CP Time»
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| He like, «whatever.
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| Read between these lines
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| Held up the pitchfork
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| Ain’t the type for intellectual discourse
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| The rich can’t bribe
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| Nor got love for the piss poor
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| No time for love, my nigga, this war
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| Knock knockin' down my thick door like a big thor
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| Then I coward as he towered in the night
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| Had death loomin' over like an owl over mice
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| Coming for my enemies, family, tight friends
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| Coming for the stars and they hype men
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| Even if you got a nice chin this that straight KO
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| In the end everyone lays low
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| He never eat
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| Never sleep
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| Just waiting until I AM say go
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| Whether it’s peace or power you pray fo', my nigga!
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| You can have peace
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| You can have power
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| We hope you enjoy your final hour
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| Tell me how it goes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Peace or Power , by - Deacon The Villain. Song from the album Peace or Power, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп