| Art for your heart ache
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| Art for art’s sake
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| Ixnay on the cop outs
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| General market drop outs
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| Admit it we participants and citizens
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| Of Babylon your innocence is long gone
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| Yet, humility and confidence ain’t opposites
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| So stand with wing span of a vulture
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| Unafraid of the culture
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| God nominates a team to dominate the arena
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| Like home court advantage don’t even matter
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| Leavin' heathen breathin heavy
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| Like the altitude you can’t stand it
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| How do these fools movin planets?
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| I done took the dude for granted, Daniel style take my chances
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| Sleep overs with lions
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| None of us is compromising lyin'
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| Flying higher than the competition
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| Listen the plan, I ain’t chasing infinite fans
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| Just a fan of Chace Infinite and
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| Me glad who so ever chased up
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| Reach Records and Ana Paul
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| All my people conquer
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| Faith come by hearing too many deaf though
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| Clinging onto static let God and let go
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| On your mark let go on sin, we make war
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| Dumb sixteen turned around and spit eight more
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| Frontline soldier in attack mode
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| Slayin every lusty impulse grabbing at my soul
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| A lot of folks want to make peace within
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| But it makes no sense
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| They make peace with sin
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| And when I talk war I don’t mean Athena
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| Save your long-winded arguments step in to the arena
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| And see Christ conquer
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| Idolize monsters
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| The warrior in combat
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| Gave it all he got gave his life
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| Rescued us from a place so hot
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| Battle my flesh when it get’s in the way
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| Die daily I commit suicide every day killa
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| That mean he lives in me
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| I live in him he’s the conquering king
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| War wounds to prove him when you thought we lost him
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| He’s the very reason that we can conquer
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| I’m sick and tired of people blaming the devil
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| When we need accountability
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| Growth, and never settle
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| For your maturity levels like filthy rags
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| And when he conquer everybody wave a white flag |