| Deliver me oh my father
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| Haha, Amadea
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| Sizzla Kalonji
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| Talib Kweli
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| What? |
| What? |
| Yeah
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| Deliver me from temptation, a weakened man facin
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| You put the spirit in me, I feel the sensation
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| Die on my feet before I live on my knees lord
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| Deliver me from point A to B like livery
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| Nothin is free, you got to be a hero to save
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| They got you working like a slave from the crib to the grave
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| A minimum wage can barely keep a job for a home
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| A car or a phone, forget about gettin a loan
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| You starting to moan, your bank account is getting withdrawn
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| It’s pitiful how we becomin slaves to things that we own
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| They en-slavin the brains with the whips and the chains
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| End up in the coffin chasing the fortune, chasing the fame
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| Slave to the rhythm, slave to the night, slave to the day
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| They hop aboard the Underground Railroad and run away
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| Pray for the day niggas don’t get taken away
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| For makin a way to stop their baby’s stomach aching today
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| I sip a whiskey straight, no chase
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| It’s hard to take a man away from the sin when it’s inside of him
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| Please
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| Yes, yes
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| Deliver me from the evil that’s all around me
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| Jamaica to King’s County, God
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| Yes, yes, yes
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| Deliver me from temptation, a weakened man facin
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| You put the spirit in me, I feel the sensation
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| Dance through my soul and let my days go right
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| He can preserve me all the days of my life
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| With the strength to wake through another day so bright
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| Oh! |
| Kalonji, Talib
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| They say nothing’s wrong with doing sin in your mind
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| I reach myself and see what’s there for my kind
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| And look around and see, don’t be acting blind
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| This is the birthing of us, it’s just not kind
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| Now what’s the worst thing a man could ever price
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| Pay his life for something he didn’t do like the missing mice
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| Listen up, you know growing up I’ll tell you something
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| He won’t like you in the deepest of dungeon
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| Take away from my periods, leave me by myself
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| Life is like a dot com, but the blue in my eyes
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| Aired by your love from but your feuds are hopeless!
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| You got a lot of bid, that’s how it went
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| What? |
| What?
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| Deliver me from the evil that’s all around me
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| Jamaica to King’s County, God
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| Yes, yes, yes
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| Deliver me from temptation, a weakened man facin
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| You put the spirit in me, I feel the sensation
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| Plug in the mic like I’m gunnin a bike
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| Front if you like, I’m movin fast, my life is runnin the lights
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| I give my son some advice
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| Eyes on the prize, keep more with the one in your sight
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| Won’t win the gunfight if you brung you a knife
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| I’m drawin blood from the rock and keep floodin the block
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| With rhymes that are sharper than the razor that be cuttin the box
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| For sure I gotta move niggas with rocks in their socks
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| The prostitutes sellin the shit right in front of the cops
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| Under the street lamp, walking through the rain until our feet damp
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| Single moms all line at the office because they need stamps
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| Your cousin out of jail, he spent his time finding God
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| With a felony kinda charge it’s kinda hard to find a job
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| He gotta make a decision, the situation he’s placed in
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| As he’s gotta get that gainful employment for his probation
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| Otherwise he’s just another part of the scenery
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| Just because you got out of jail, that don’t mean you free
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| What? |
| What?
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| Deliver me from the evil that’s all around me
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| Jamaica to King’s County, God
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| Gotta survive and sustain and that ain’t right
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| And everywhere you go they want to give you a fight
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| Gotta survive and sustain and that’s for sure
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| And every minute sees I’m coming at the bar
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| Oh yeah…
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| I got to reach out and look
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| And keep my seed by my side
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| Uh, yeah
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| Life’s a reality
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| Sizzla Kalonji, Talib Kweli |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hostile Gospel Pt. 2 , by - Talib Kweli. Song from the album Eardrum, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп