| I’m on that homicide, suicide, drama like Islamabad
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| Under God, going overboard like the Amistad
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| Ringing bells, it was 2012 back in 95
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| I made it out alive, now finally I’ve arrived
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| But still threw back to all my other blue black
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| People that’s sticking to it like, mice to a glue trap
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| My work speak for itself so I don’t interrupt
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| I am an expert, this is no beginners luck
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| If you denying the truth, then I don’t give a fuck
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| Otherwise get your hands and your antennas up
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| As we go into our initial decent, I’m alive, but only fifty percent
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| I wasn’t listening to that intuition now I’m in that system again
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| And I’m praying God give me the strength
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| I’m drifting into a dark place, tryna keep this part of my heart safe
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| My soul basically been shark bait, my body’s in bad shape
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| Spitting that fire flame, on a higher plane, going poltergeist
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| Life a game, ain’t no referee, I can’t hold it right
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| Bring the rain, praying to the Lord for it to pour tonight
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| Bring the pain, fucking with that meth, I’m on that Walter White
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| The rain, make it or you don’t make it
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| You gotta take it, take it, take it or you gon' get taken
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| Can I get a church from the congregation?
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| Can I get a church from the congregation?
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| I’m on that armageddon, public devastation, come in the Revelations
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| Rap Jehovah, knocking pastors over while I pass the dosha
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| Lord forgive him, but I keep cutting these records like a sword was with 'em
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| Mixing it with the medicine, attempting to warn the children
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| Of what the future holds, slaves of monatomic gold
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| Seems the problem is atomic, but it’s microscopic though
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| I’m courting hoes and pouring fours, there must be something more than this
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| Hopefully I’m immortal and I’ll never need a mortician
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| All my thoughts is black, Kweli on the track
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| My reflection is eternal even if the mirror cracks
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| And I don’t wear no watch, cause I ain’t got no time
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| Solar system, this is astronomy not a rhyme
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| We bringing the real back, y’all ain’t have no spine
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| So spin the reel back, nigga press rewind
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| Soak it all in, that is until you’re dry
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| I’m throwing the peace and eating a piece of devil’s pie, I’m…
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| A dialectic
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| Attract cofollowings like scientologists reading the dianetics
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| This religion that I invented, it’s really a way of life
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| These thoughts of freedom that I embedded is reaching you through the speakers
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| These poison animal leaders is weaker than niggas with fever and sweeter than
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| diabetics
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| Get deaded trying to set it, they’ll tie you up like a fetish
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| They’ll gas you up like unleaded and let it off
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| 'Til you wetter than spaghetti sauce and lettuce chopped up with your body left
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| in a crevice
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| We the reverends performing exorcisms
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| Exercising the right to fight for the dedicated
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| Concentrated few that’s left who listen
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| God is with them like we started a mission, following God is wisdom
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| God is risen like followers of Elijah finding God in prison
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| We praying for that work, we need that occupation
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| Can I get a church from the congregation
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| If you sick of the same conversation
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| You say you make it rain but that’s just condensation |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Congregation , by - Talib Kweli. Song from the album Attack the Block, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп