| It’s hot like Haiti down in Hades
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| The false prophet say the Lord has forsaken us black babies
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| To make it off a island in Mercedes
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| We going sell it white as Michelangelo’s Christ
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| Babies need rice, the baby need beans
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| To feed our babies beans we might have to flip a bean
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| I have sold my people dope yet provided them with hope
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| Sinner and saint, yeah, I did ‘em both
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| Yea I sold a brick on a basketball court
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| And bought the uniforms for the basketball coach
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| Can’t wash a way the blood so I put rings on my fingers
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| 25 carats symbolize my redeemer
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| And my redeemer’s blood is capable of taking Chris Dudus
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| Making him a savior of others
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| My God will take a Sual, fashion him a Pual
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| So only God can judge me and to hell with all y’all
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| I lift my eyes upon the hills
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| From whence cometh my health
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| Only God can judge me
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| And nobody else
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| I beat these streets to make the Devil a lie
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| Marching at hell to the gangster’s eye
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| I can feel the fire still everywhere
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| If heaven got a ghetto I’m a make it there
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| The critics ask why Michael never blowed
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| Well, truthfully I met the Devil at the crossroad
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| He offered me success in exchange for my soul
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| He stripped me of my riches, broke me down like Job
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| First he took my car, and then he took my house
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| But he couldn’t take the Lord’s name out a nigga mouth
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| So then he took my friends, and then he took my fame
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| And then he had my former friends dirty up my name
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| And while he was lying/lion I was Daniel in the den
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| Walking with an angel, a testament to men
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| I can walk on water, I defy the odds
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| The Devil give you fame, but he can’t defy my God
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| My God is amazing, I don’t need the Masons
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| I just need the junkies and the liars and the theives
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| I need the pimps, prostitues and pushers out the streets
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| That’s where I’m seeking God cuz that’s where he found me
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| That’s where I’m seeking God cuz that’s where he found me
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| Amen
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| They tried to tell me «Don't make these kind of records
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| You’re never going to be who you’re suppossed to be»
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| The record that people are most connected to is (God in the Building 1)
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| So I give you (God in the Building 2)
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| I’m a keep doing what I am doing
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| I’m a keep building my testament
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| My empire, my legacy, my way
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| Because I know God moves through me
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| God is in me at all given times
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| So some of you all can shortcut, take whatever road you like to
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| I prefer the high road (high road) |