| Uh, I snap on the track like the fingers of Thanos
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| Como también nosotros perdonamos
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| A los que nos ofenden
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| It’s all love, all Wimbledon with the pen, then
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| All I have in this world is my flag and my sword
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| I’m on a battlefield with the flag of my Lord
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| My shahāda is my cantada
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| My heart chakra light up when I make sajdah at fajr
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| Padre nuestro, que estás en El Cielo
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| Our heavenly father
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| Like Vince Staples said, we just wadin' in the water
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| My people out in Flint still bathin' in the slaughter
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| ICE out here rippin' families apart at the border
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| Satan struck Palestine with yet another mortar
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| Lies from the reporters
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| Ass shots and stripper poles for the eyes of my daughter, hm
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| Swing low sweet chariot, my train is on schedule
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| But I had to take the Underground Railroad like Harriet
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| Weave the whole industry, every jab I’ve parried it
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| My cross I carried it
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| My crown of thorns to cavalry from Nazareth
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| The orbit was too wide to calculate the azimuth
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| The journey was technically unexplainable, hazardous
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| Rise, young gods, all paths lead to Lazarus
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| The dry bones that lifted up from the valley dust
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| The prayers of the slaves are the wings that carry us
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| A field full of dreams is where they tried to bury us (Bury us) |