| Once again I gotta grab the mic and start to be the funk an
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| I don’t know what happenin but I’m feelin kinda drunk in
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| The spirit, and I ain’t talkin bout no type of liquor
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| The Holy Ghost is the one that gets me drunk much quicker
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| So let me go head and grab the mic and flow
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| Wit a drunkin type of the style that you ain’t heard in a while
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| Cause I be into doin brand new things
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| I bring the style and Muffler bring the jazzy swing
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| Like the one that you be hearin in the back ground
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| Our styles like a Mona and whole strickly underground
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| But we be kickin these styles for a purpose
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| Never repeat myself and say them lyrics that be worthless
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| Cause I be talkin bout the Great I Am, my saviour
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| The one who get’s me drunk constently
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| I should be arrested for be under the influence of the Word
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| Spiritualy hung over got me throwin up by the curb
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| And now the devil wants to make me walk the line
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| But I’ll punch him in the lip, and take anothe sip
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| Cause, only when you’re drunk in the Spirit
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| You can find T-Bone staggerin wit the funny sway
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| Cause only when you’re drunk in the Spirit
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| Loddy Da, Laddy Di Di Doddy Dae
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| I don’t know how to explain how I feel, my mind is goin round and round
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| All I know is that I’m about to fall and hit the ground
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| Cause my body keeps swayin like a boat, it won’t stay still
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| I’m feelin totaly dizzy, the room is spinnin like a windmill
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| It all started when the Pastor laid his hands on me
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| He said, «there it goes right through ya»
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| It made my mind go boo ya
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| So here I am in the studio drunk like a wyno
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| Filled wit the Holy Ghost so I be feelin totaly fine yo
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| Loddy da, it makes me wanna sing
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| About the joy He brings when I do my rappin thing
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| The way I feel right now, I wish you all could feel the
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| Power of the Spirit thats more stronger then tequilla
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| Cause nothin compares to this Holy Ghost drunkness
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| The way that I feel right now, it makes me wonder how
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| God could have the power to make a man feel this way
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| So pass me the Holy wine, cause I don’t drink no tangeray |