| Faith does not let your hands fall
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| Faith is like a deep sleep
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| Faith cannot be taken away or stolen
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| Only I forgot her face
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| Gnawing microphone
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| Accumulated damage
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| I walk under God but over the UFO block
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| I'm still waiting here
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| I store cartridges at the depth of the subway, building revenge
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| But smoke enveloped while the head nodded
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| Shooters on the rocks, boy, they're waiting for the signal
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| Ikebana blunt, boxes full of ammo
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| I smoke in the Gaza Strip right in a camo-colored jeep
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| Knew them all from the cellars
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| Knew them all in the skyscrapers
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| Knew them all by vandal
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| Knew them all by their uniforms
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| The word weighs ten tons
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| This is not to raise in the press
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| 'Cause I'm loading up a volley
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| Like a battle cruiser
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| Knew them all from the cellars
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| Knew them all in the skyscrapers
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| Knew them all by vandal
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| Knew them all by their uniforms
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| The word weighs ten tons
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| This is not to raise in the press
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| 'Cause I'm loading up a volley
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| Like a battle cruiser
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| Faith does not let your hands fall
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| Faith is like a deep sleep
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| Faith cannot be taken away or stolen
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| Only I forgot her face
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| But I will go into a burning house if my people are in it
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| I hide Nina, I wrap my fists in a bandage
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| Bro, I don't chew them bromine even with new wine
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| JEEMBO paired with ancient evil like Carnage and Venom
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| Behind the armored door armor-piercing flow
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| Stick your face on the floor, HELLA MOB
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| Lock the door behind me with a padlock
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| Lie down on this beat like a finger on a trigger
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| Came out of shit but you never made it
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| Knew them all from the cellars
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| Knew them all in the skyscrapers
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| Knew them all by vandal
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| Knew them all by their uniforms
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| The word weighs ten tons
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| This is not to raise in the press
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| 'Cause I'm loading up a volley
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| Like a battle cruiser
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| Knew them all from the cellars
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| Knew them all in the skyscrapers
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| Knew them all by vandal
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| Knew them all by their uniforms
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| The word weighs ten tons
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| This is not to raise in the press
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| 'Cause I'm loading up a volley
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| Like a battle cruiser |