| O—oh
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| O—oh—oh—oh, yeah
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| O—oh
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| O—oh—oh
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| One shot, one kill
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| Can’t run from the spirit you feel
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| Choose love, not fear
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| That karma come around, it will
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| One shot, one kill
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| Can’t run from the spirit you feel
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| Choose love, not fear
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| That karma come around, it will
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| Choose love, baby
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| I choose love, baby
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| I choose love, baby
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| I choose love, oh
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| Staring down the eye of barrel with no place you can run
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| No place you can hide, unsure of your fate has become
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| Hands in the air and it’s too late to choose hate or choose love
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| You can the get the sweetest revenge until the pain never numbs And it could be
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| the way we are, maybe its miseducation
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| Maybe that’s why I always seek a bit of sedation
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| From the things that they’re saying, ignorant quips they’re displaying
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| All while the click of triggers what keeps the minister pacing
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| Sick of wishing and waiting, and this ain’t for political stances
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| This is for seeing my neighbours win and giving them chances
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| I extend nothing but love, expect none of it back
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| But then there’s no more love for you if you ain’t fuckin' with that
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| Fear brewin' like it’s sour cider short of a six-pack
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| Ain’t gonna help us if we’re getting ordered by 'click clacks'
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| Recovering from my scars, still sore from the whiplash
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| Stay anaconda strong with Eagle, roaring on this track
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| One shot, one kill
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| Can’t run from the spirit you feel
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| Choose love, not fear
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| That karma come around, it will
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| One shot, one kill
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| Can’t run from the spirit you feel
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| Choose love, not fear
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| That karma come around, it will
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| The Grim Reaper hit me up and said his plans never finished
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| 'Cause he’s needing a few employees to expand on his business
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| Then gave me a scythe, a Metrocard, an old big list
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| And told me that tomorrow I better not call in sick
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| I said, «Can I take leave?», he said, «No, you’re a casual killer
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| Take a look at the man in the mirror, now stand and deliver»
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| But this hand on the trigger got me feeling queasy as ever
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| Ain’t tryna put the V in vendetta, just breathe a bit better
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| He told me, «Nonsense, get ‘em with the truth in your lyrics
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| I’ve been on your side for forever, son, shoot till you kill it
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| Hold it like this, get out there kid and don’t ever stutter
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| Just fire like Tony Montana, you owe nobody nada
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| Just give it all to get it back that’s how you know that they love ya
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| And if they don’t make sure they do until they know there’s no other
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| Now go up there sucka and show ‘em that your flowing is butter
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| 'Cause when your 'shot' goes off you know won’t get another»
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| It’s
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| One shot, one kill
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| Can’t run from the spirit you feel
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| Choose love, not fear
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| That karma come around, it will
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| One shot, one kill
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| Can’t run from the spirit you feel
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| Choose love, not fear
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| That karma come around, it will
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| Peace, love and unity, yeah
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| Peace, love and unity, yeah
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| Peace, love and unity, yeah
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| One shot |