| Coming at you like the Jackson 5
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| Live in effect, respect due
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| You knew we drew lines to make it through
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| Completely submerged on the verge I’m thinkin'
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| I want to urge and encourage and you know we bringin'
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| Second level on the devil minded ego
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| And going strong it’s the God anoninted cinco
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| Even though up here and appear to please
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| Stay on my knees with the greatest of these
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| Love made of pureintention
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| Let me mention it’s like if it wasn’t for Christ then I’d drop this mic
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| And walk away stray minded and annoyed
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| Pray every night that it fuill my void
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| So what you want to do?
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| Watch this escalate to more than you hoped for
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| Can you feel the same?
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| We know the words you say
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| They reinvent the lies, but we’re the same in the time
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| This time, He will wash away the tears you cry
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| One mic, one night, one chance to get it right
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| Open up the show, stepping in to the spotlight
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| Well, who am I now?
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| Watch me control the crowd
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| people wondering how, they see the freestyle
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| We’ll set up the set, we’ll show up the show
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| We’re out to bow, it’s time to go Fill up the tank and let’s hit the road
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| Working uphill until we explode
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| So give me the mic and let me rock
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| I will rock it The Spirit inside like Mr. T-N-T
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| There ain’t no stoppin’it
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| So let’s take it to the world that’s full of stars
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| And introduce them to the one who made them
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| Who they are
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| Cause I represent the heaven send oh so lovely
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| Only when G-O-D be the one inside of me Rockin’it, not in the flesh
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| Come listen to the sound coming out the northwest now
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| Our hearts in places mending
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| you know this moves through your endings
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| We hold strong through suffering eyes
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| You’ll see the fear within us die
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| We belong here side by side
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| I’ll be the one to life you high
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| They cast me out
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| I can’t go on without feeling in doubt
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| We need the place that only you can give us J-5 what you want?
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| Collaborate for real
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| We lockin’down from the compound on Capitol Hill
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| Fittin’the bill
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| Tell me what you’d do if i said: I still believe Christ is God
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| And rose from the dead, fillin’your head
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| Dance with the songs I found
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| With this sound, put it down west coast underground
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| So really, where would we be if not free?
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| I know we rise again through Romans 3:23
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| Falling up to race in places you all fall
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| And all I did would be the same like Paul Wright
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| Back to you into peace and hope and you are standing there
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| Arms wide open |