| Statik! |
| No Malice!
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| (Statik Selektah)
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| Pull the curtain back
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| It matters not what the wave is, rather what you make it
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| In a pact full of rats, stand out like Sammy Davis
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| Everywhere you look, snitching like it’s contagious
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| Count every man a liar, so says my savior
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| Labourers are few but the harvest is plentiful
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| Pass the baton, I lap niggas by intervals
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| Homie I been approved, you ain’t never been in them shoes
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| They know Malice did everything that they pretend to do
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| Win or lose, by the blood I am forgiven
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| Count it all, a righteous act even when I’m sinning
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| If you love me cause I love you back, that there is a given
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| But who is he who loves you still even when you didn’t
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| Who we kidding, forbidden fruits, magnifique
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| Every day’s like I’m fighting to keep my sanity
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| God took my Re-Up chain, killing off my vanity
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| Too godly for the world while the church hear my profanity
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| Will God curse us when it’s called for?
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| I’m back from the dead like an encore
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| Time for a change, I was blinded by deceit
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| This is for my comrades dying in the street
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| Lying in the street, he was making all kind of dough
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| Now we mourn the dead while he was dead a long time ago
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| Only 22, you mean to tell me it’s his time to go
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| Lord help us, we falling like we some dominoes
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| Pull the curtain back
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| Pull the curtain back
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| I say it’s time we pull the curtain back
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| Time we pull the curtain back
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| I say it’s time we pull the curtain back |