| I see you standing there, so lost and all alone
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| I wanna take you in my arms, and tell you that you’re home
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| I know just what to do, gonna be a shining star
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| I know just how to rescue you, cause I’ve been where you are
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| Yo — now once again my friend, it’s the Reverend
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| The first platinum status rap president
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| And from the coast of California to the shores of Maine
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| Got a East coast sound and my beats go bang
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| My old black crown and my sneakers own name
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| And I’m back y’all — with a collar and a cape
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| Like a superhero armed with an old school tape
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| And to the beat y’all, it’s a banger for the clubs
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| You ain’t never seen a Reverend that’s sittin on dubs
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| (Rockin on your radio…)
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| Beats to the rhyme, the rhyme it don’t stop y’all
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| On and on and on now let’s rock y’all
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| Feel the music, bop to this song
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| From the night 'til the mornin rockin all night long
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| I take time with my rhyme and I climb but don’t reach
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| Hustle 'round with Russell and grind and rock beats
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| And I’m back what? |
| Another hit for the streets
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| I got love for my brothers from Queens to overseas
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| Step into the room and then boom the horn screams
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| Rev rollin royal and regal, I got dreams
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| Just like Martin Luther the King who might teach
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| Rock a collar to the party afterparty go and preach |