| Lost Ark…
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| As they search and invaded countries
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| And territories and lands…
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| More and more places, they searched
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| And they invaded, and destroyed the conquered people
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| For the Ark of the Covenant
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| Holy of the Holies… instill…
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| And the word translated in English read…
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| Don’t touch the deck of love, we was made in the image of God
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| We was formed out of the dust, when they finish the stars
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| I’m Israeli, and half alien, covered with skin
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| As a sperm learned to swim, now we flooded in sin
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| My results of DNA, was a sign of may day
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| When they looked and seen my X-Ray, they started to pray
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| My street team was seen in a dead man’s dream
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| Go 'head, get ya green, til my album is king
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| No tribe can make music, like Judah bloodstream
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| Don’t vow, make a promise to America’s queen
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| They computering your offspring, with a vaccine
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| With the evidence of Genesis, the book of the genes
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| I’m the virus to the Internet, give it to knight us Arthritis, to you writers, love to follow Osirus
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| More brighter than the lighters, that’ll get in your iris
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| And spit gasoline rhymes, in the city of fire
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| My saliva’s like lava, for hell’s thermometer
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| On the mic, I’m two hundred and twelve in Fahrenheit
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| In kilometers, I travel, and burn your satellite
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| Come down and break bread, with the pharaohs at night
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| We read our names in the Hebrew text, look like the black Odets
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| We Hell Razah’s of the Lost Ark
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| We get our ate, from the blood of the sphinx, for the thugs and the saints
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| We Hell Razah’s of the Lost Ark
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| We young pharaohs, we waving our pistols, on the search for the hiss ghost
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| We Hell Razah’s of the Lost Ark
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| UFO’s got invisible shields, on the seeds of Israel
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| We Hell Razah’s of the Lost Ark
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| We the chosen ones out the Bible
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| Still serving other Gods and idols, we get our name from the angel Michael
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| Ain’t nothing changed, it’s the same cycles
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| We must awaken up the Christ inside you
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| Seek scriptures instead of rifles, trying to fight, could be suicidal
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| We wrestle, not against, flesh and blood
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| It’s modern Exodus, the second flood
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| We build an ark with the art of love, below the dark clouds up above
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| From the humble to the hardest thugs
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| From the queens to the harlots in these strip clubs
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| Line of Judah when it’s crying cubs, out selling or they buying drugs
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| From the government, who fly it in This be the Babylon, we dying in But through the truth, we can rise again (get up)
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| Wise words do apply to sin, we suffering cuz the pride of men
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| I’ll resurrect 'em when I grab the pen |