| It’s time to go brothers, 11 years and we finally here
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| Beyond the stars, the trinity
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| Gods status lets go!
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| Who do you believe in? |
| Is it he, is it me? |
| W-E- them G-O-D's
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| (Do you believe, believe, believe)
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| Do you believe? |
| Do you believe?
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| Who do you believe in? |
| Is it he, is it me? |
| W-E- them G-O-D's
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| (Do you believe, believe, believe)
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| Do you believe? |
| Do you believe?
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| Who do you believe in?
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| Gods!
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| Me and Tech an them started on a quest for M-O-N-E-Y, we touch’in so many, why?
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| Cause we spiritual
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| Feel’n every syllable we spit out
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| We angels, that’s the way we tell’n demons to get out, so bled out
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| Baddest nigga represent’n the Midow
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| Feel’n like the world cannot live wit’out, Ta-dow!
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| Now we immortal! |
| Someone open up the portal!
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| Rap is ever lethal when me and Nina was caught on!
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| We God status, got through a task at us
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| Told us he make us angels but our missions to kill the baddest
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| So we gotta blast the bastards with our rap and apparatus’s
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| Never let off the ravage on ‘em like rabbits on radishes
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| Who like the Grateful Dead, our fans are the new dead heads
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| We keep’n every word we say’n like it’s a pledge
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| And when you hear them gods and love how it sounded
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| When ya see the king kneel to the ground, make a fist and pound it
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| Who do you believe in? |
| Is it he, is it me? |
| W-E- them G-O-D's
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| (Do you believe, believe, believe)
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| Do you believe? |
| Do you believe?
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| Who do you believe in? |
| Is it he, is it me? |
| W-E- them G-O-D's
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| (Do you believe, believe, believe)
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| Do you believe? |
| Do you believe?
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| Who do you believe in?
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| Gods!
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| I told you I’m forever didn’t I?
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| Highly exalted then christen (your souls) those grounded I inspire to lift
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| ‘Em up, the holy ghost and the frequency of your audio speakers
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| There set on all that can reach us, by now were adios
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| Witness the blessin’s beliefs and hopefulness I bestow ‘em upon a fan or
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| Foe
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| Man or those oppose’n the Chanet growth
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| I plant it so everyone on the planet can evoke the entity sent to be this
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| Music industries manifold
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| I manifested this bitch, suggested that I rose up from under the sheets of
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| God’s baby cradle sent down to pose a threat to messanic rappers protest
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| Agonist moral lackage, invested in this infested depiction of worldwide
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| Gibberish
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| Sss soft no more here it is, a little experiment with Jesus blood and water
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| When the spirit mix, drink it, it’s so refresh’n just like the air of my
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| Message, The breeze carries and once you inhale it then I will ask you
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| Who do you believe in? |
| Is it he, is it me? |
| W-E- them G-O-D's
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| (Do you believe, believe, believe)
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| Do you believe? |
| Do you believe?
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| Who do you believe in? |
| Is it he, is it me? |
| W-E- them G-O-D's
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| (Do you believe, believe, believe)
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| Do you believe? |
| Do you believe?
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| Who do you believe in?
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| Gods!
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| Exalted… Bosses, get off his office with crosses, that’s what he fought
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| With in darkness’s losses, no caustic losses cause the brains embossed with
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| The word auspiciousness, Feed my fam flows fluidly, they would never leave
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| My land no truancy, cause I am the reason they stand for unity,
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| Unlike me with whackness you give yo fans no immunity,
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| I am the air they share, I am the heir to the throne where no compare in my
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| Own zone this lair is home grown, it’s rare but it’s on strong,
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| Beware, long gone if you dare got the wrong tone,
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| Now, we are beyond those who got fame, gave my heart and many souls were
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| Obtained, so my lane will definitely not change cause G.O.D.S. |
| means the
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| Great Omnipotent Doc Strange
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| Who do you believe in? |
| is it he, is it me? |
| W-E- them G-O-D's
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| (Do you believe, believe, believe)
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| Do you believe? |
| Do you believe?
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| Who do you believe in? |
| is it he, is it me? |
| W-E- them G-O-D's
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| (Do you believe, believe, believe)
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| Do you believe? |
| Do you believe?
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| Who do you believe in?
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| Gods! |