| Uh, sent me pretty flowers in April
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| Came on the wings of the angel, Gabriel
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| The hand that rocked my cradle
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| He prepared the table
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| Something I could relate to even though I had no cable
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| When I am unable, power’s been disabled
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| Can’t communicate to my own Tower of Babel
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| Gabriel the angel, came to my stable
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| Said chosen of the gods, hail Abel, we praise you
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| See I speak the truth, you might choose to believe in fables
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| Do you believe in angels or fake names and labels?
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| Stay true, know the path I walk is gon be painful
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| Bring to through the navel like I’m going through labour
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| Many men hate you, many more underrate you
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| Get ready for betrayal, unfaithful niggers lay low
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| Uh, you know the Universe only rewards the faithful
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| Father forgive them they don’t know what they do
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| Uh, now check it
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| Uh, now look what loving made you do
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| You’re running when no one’s chasing you
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| I don’t care if they love me, fuck it!
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| Above me only God can judge me
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| Uh, now look what loving made you do
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| You’re running when no one’s chasing you
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| I don’t care if they love me, fuck it!
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| Above me only God can judge me
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| Late in December, I received a letter
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| No signature or sender
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| I had the shit rendered
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| Turned out it was never no previous offender
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| Marked up my calendar, enter, forever
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| We enter, time turns Spring into Winter
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| It follows the Summer will Fall in the center
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| Words from the letter, written to remember
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| I’m a fucking avenger, the pen is my temper
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| I’ll send you a helper, my flow healed a leper
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| Emcees will remember, me as the Elder
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| Idris Elba, Real Professor Peller
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| I don’t need no umbrella I’m fly with my propellers
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| When fear enter, the verbal airbender
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| Break your agenda, take no surrender
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| You’re getting dismembered, blended
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| Get em reassembled, yes, with the emblem on the single
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| The flow was peddled, like gold medals
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| On all levels, same goes for all devils
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| Soul rebels, when I flow the soul trembles
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| Angels on chariots riding on gold pedals
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| Uh, now look what loving made you do
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| You’re running when no one’s chasing you
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| I don’t care if they love me, fuck it!
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| Above me only God can judge me
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| Uh, now look what loving made you do
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| You’re running when no one’s chasing you
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| I don’t care if they love me, fuck it!
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| Above me only God can judge me
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| I’m not looking for acknowledgements
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| Just give me knowledge trick
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| See I got knowledge to self, so I know I’m the shit
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| Room’s full of smokers a product of my environment
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| Now I’m feeling like Superman up in this Metropolis
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| Making you Lex Luthor, my solar opposite
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| Fuckboy should’ve known that there’s no stopping this
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| It’s in God’s hands so can’t be deterred
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| His word dispersed and I’m Gregg Popovich
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| Truth nigga swallow it
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| This year is knocking men, so what’s it gon be
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| To put me in the zone, I got too much heat to get cold feet
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| Too much heart to bypass, not enough time to waste
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| So I’m here paying my dues cos it costs a lot to be great
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| If you’re still sleeping on us then you’re 2000 and late
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| For those who’ve been awake, welcome back to the future
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| You couldn’t stop my rise if you had the eyes of Medusa
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| No statute of limitation can stop us from going nuclear
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| Quoting off the rumours they’re saying «we must have fell off»
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| We’re gonna? |
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| cuz financially we look well-off
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| I started doing this cos I thought we were being read wrong
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| Gandhi said be the change you desire if you expect more
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| So I got to stepping, bench pressing these bars
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| You see the muscle I’m flexing? |
| Got too much hustle yo tell em
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| Uh, SDC Jag Nation, Man, what a pairing!
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| Just like parents we’re son’in these niggers
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| See, I’m made in the image of God
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| So with disrespect we don’t care
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| Fuck you, none you can judge me nigga
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| Uh, now look what loving made you do
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| You’re running when no one’s chasing you
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| I don’t care if they love me, fuck it!
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| Above me only God can judge me
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| Uh, now look what loving made you do
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| You’re running when no one’s chasing you
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| I don’t care if they love me, fuck it!
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| Above me only God can judge me
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| Kneel to no man cos only heaven’s above me
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| Call us Rap Messiah so I wonder where the love be
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| And if they will remain if the shit starts getting ugly
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| Will Babylon corrupt me?
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| Guy trust me, they’re trying
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| All the fake smiles, the schemes, the lying
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| The ways of the sheep can never make sense to the lion
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| So there’s no point in replying
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| I’m just killing them with silence
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| Uh, the revolution has begun
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| I’m feeling like the chosen thinking maybe I’m The One
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| I’m feeling like Gowon the second that he picked that gun
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| Guy, there’s power in my hands I wonder what I will become
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| Huh, when there’s no place to run
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| I’m bound to feel the heat I’m flying closer to the sun
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| Will I hold on to power or, maybe I will run
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| Or shey I’ll plant the seeds for the future ones to come
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| This dictator rap guy, ki lo de t’en rap bayi?
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| My premiership supreme it shall never capsize
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| Yeah, It shall never capsize
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| I don’t spit on the mic, my guy, I baptize
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| And that’s life |