| Yeah
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| It’s the business of being a bondservant you know
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| I mean once you go so deep
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| It’s really like your hands is tied
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| You feel me?
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| Once He says go
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| It ain’t a question about whether you gon' do it
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| The only question that remains is what you gon' pack
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| Haha
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| Yeah
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| I crack heavy like E. Honda
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| Stacking my iguanas
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| Rapture the bars hotter than three saunas
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| My G-line's a conglomerate where they squeeze llama’s
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| These rappers is prima donnas nigga be honest
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| I’m at where they put d-minus in the sinus
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| And the brittle get broke like a weak promise
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| I’ll speak knowledge in ghettos they call it street college
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| We abolish the devil and try to breed scholars
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| We seek holiness we don’t seek dollars
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| We are unbinding slaves like cheap novels
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| Got a whole band of angels handling beef problems
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| What’s that mean man
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| My team jams with a wingspan Rasheed Wallace
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| Bro bro I’m going loco for the maker
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| The whole hood stuck in the dark go flip the breaker
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| If satan’s in the eye it’s an offensive act
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| I read a line break up the play like a defensive back
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| Yeah, we riders start up the sirens
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| Raise up your glass for revolution war
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| Marching to Zion with hearts of a lion
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| No need to ask me what I do this for
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| Lord if it’s drama You can send me there
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| Yeah I’m ready and willing to go
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| Your providence is in the air, air
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| Uh, Bizzle
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| Dear father I feel like I’m torn
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| Feel like as much as I love peace I’m itching for war
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| Grippin the sword
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| Ready and willing to kick in the door
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| Licking the four so they can’t poison our kids anymore
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| Is it a sin to be this pissed when I see ‘em getting awards
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| For claiming to piss bricks to simply dissing the Lord
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| The same Lord that was whipped till his blood dripped to the floor
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| Thorns gripping his skull nails through the wrist and into the paw
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| For the same sinners who whipped him and had him pimped to the pole
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| For what
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| Loving children and healing the sick and the poor
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| For what
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| Being innocent and never sinning before
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| My nigga did you forget it was your sins that He bore?
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| It’s God who came down to the earth in physical form
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| To get His kids and reconnect the umbilical cord
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| That was severed when Adam let the devil in
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| It’s already written
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| There ain’t no way in hell the devil will ever win
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| We riders start up the sirens
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| Raise up your glass for revolution war
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| Marching to Zion with hearts of a lion
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| No need to ask me what I do this for
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| Lord if it’s drama You can send me there
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| Yeah I’m ready and willing to go
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| Your providence is in the air, air
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| Lavoisier
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| It’s like
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| Warriors come out to play
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| Children of the light so we bang on ‘em in broad day
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| I’m not a Christian if I don’t do what the Lord say
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| Bars potent like a brick and a ounce of the raw yay
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| Look at these feminine men that say that they prophets
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| Using gimmicks for witnessing pimps indifferent to stop it
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| The hood is dying and ghetto living is toxic
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| My youngins got the kickers just loaded right in they pocket
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| Or right under the bench
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| Right next to the bushes
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| Chip on the shoulder 40 loaded suggest you don’t push ‘em
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| I put that little nigga in a headlock
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| And niggas know to the streets that I’m wedlocked
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| I’m a lionhearted zioness
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| Black man turning black kids into scientists
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| Streets raised me and never taught me how to grow up
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| But chains get broken whenever the Lord shows up
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| We riders start up the sirens
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| Raise up your glass for revolution war
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| Marching to Zion with hearts of a lion
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| No need to ask me what I do this for
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| Lord if it’s drama you can send me there
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| Yeah I’m ready and willing to go
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| Your providence is in the air, air
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| Revolution war
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| Send me there
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| Yeah I’m ready and willing to go
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| Providence is in the air
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| Air |