| Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name
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| Your kingdom come, you will be done
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| On earth as it is in heaven
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| Got my chariot waitin'
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| You know I’m stayin' alive
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| Be it Heaven or Hades
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| You know I gotta survive
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| Swing low, swing low
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| Swing low, swing low
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| Keep my feet above everything
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| Yea, you know that I’m crazy
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| Got my angels in full swing
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| Yea, nothin' can phase me
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| Swing low, swing low
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| Swing low, swing low
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| And I-oooooh-yea
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| And I-oooooh-yea
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| All these niggas rappers
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| Playin' rappers, greatest actors
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| Me, I kept it humble
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| Me, I did it, this my greatest chapter
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| Written here where bodies lay
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| Mumified and on display
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| Zulu with the shackles
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| Freein' weapons be the up and keep
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| You gon' make me catch a body like them fuckin' rappers do
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| Or you gon' make me have to make a record about fuckin' you
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| You gon' make me have to have these gold teeth and tattoos
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| You gon' make me have to crash Mercedes, so I’m beggin' you
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| Shut the ballin' late in Dublin, purple fluid in my cup and
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| Broken dreams and wet dreams, there’s alcohol inside my gut
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| All you say is, «fuck me better»
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| Chicken grease up on my sweater
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| Fast food and bad mood’s equivalent of hardly better
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| Yea, I keep my 'fro intact
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| Camel causin' heart attacks, bitches on my fuckin' lap
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| Toe tags and handbags, the smell make my balls sag
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| Portraits of my mama’s face, poppa knows I’m sayin' grace
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| This here be my only take
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| Got my chariot waitin'
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| You know I’m stayin' alive
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| Be it Heaven or Hades
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| You know I gotta survive
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| Swing low, swing low
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| Swing low, swing low
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| Keep my feet above everything
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| Yea, you know that I’m crazy
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| Got my angels in full swing
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| Yea, nothin' can phase me
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| Swing low, swing low
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| Swing low, swing low
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| And I-oooooh-yea
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| And I-oooooh-yea
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| 93 my born date
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| It’s King
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| His penmanship will resonate and legacy deteriorate
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| In such relay, yea
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| Don’t stimulate, yea
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| Just regulate, yea
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| Try to educate, yea
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| Will imitate, yea, yea, yea
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| Two big bricks for the low, you snake
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| Our dreams they came crashin' in
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| I was always born to win
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| Crack heads in Dublin city
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| Love me, keep me covenant
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| Prayin' to my lover-hoe
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| She hold me down, I’m celibate
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| Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
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| Now I’m prayin', «hallelujah,» that I’m not the shooter
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| Crashin' up, that record spinnin'
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| Way before this rap been winnin'
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| Y’all was steady pluckin' chickens
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| Trophies in my mama’s kitchen
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| Champagne and lovely women fortify my old soul
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| Cause it’s doin' numbers that I multiplied, I don’t know
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| Every single record I be cryin' at my old hoes
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| Rejjie-this and Rejjie-that, you fuckin' bitch, I hate y’all
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| Got my chariot waitin'
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| You know I’m stayin' alive
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| Be it Heaven or Hades
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| You know I gotta survive
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| Swing low, swing low
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| Swing low, swing low
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| Keep my feet above everything
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| Yea, you know that I’m crazy
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| Got my angels in full swing
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| Yea, nothin' can phase me
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| Swing low, swing low
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| Swing low, swing low
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| And I-oooooh-yea
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| And I-oooooh-yea |