| Anger
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| I gotta get this out of me before I start this album
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| Rob Rebeck
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| I want this one to go before the intro so they’ll know
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| What this album’s for
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| Ey, my momma, my momma, my momma is so tormented
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| She been through trauma, more drama
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| The dawn is gone, it’s more contented on this side, it gets out of it
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| How does a prophet who loved God as his father slip and then get the bottomless
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| side of it?
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| How come an angel gotta be sick in the pancreas like she an atheist?
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| Maybe it’s the faith that is making this lady and crazy has made me this
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| skeptic, next threat is lupus on top of epileptic
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| Never rested, psychiatrist forever tested, reverend blessed it
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| Brethren, heaven, Tech is beggin' for effin' X-Mas
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| Hopin' momma ain’t left an exit
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| It better get better quick
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| How you let her get sick with bread invested?
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| In the church every Sunday, I’ve been searchin' for one way
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| Or another, you’re gonna have to curse me or burst me with a sunray
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| To let me know that you’re coming or en route
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| I’m 'bout 99, but I need 100% proof!
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| Show me a god, ahh!
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| I’m kinda feelin' that it is a facade
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| Show me a god, ahh!
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| And if it is, why ain’t he doin' his job?!
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| Show me a god, ahh!
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| Even if it’s a thing, a man, or a broad
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| Show me a god, please!
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| Let me know something is listening when I’m down on my knees
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| Where is the passion of Christ?
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| What happened to passin' his life for the masses?
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| Bad it ain’t happenin' twice
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| 'Cause my mother’s stacked in a lab and it’s stagnant at nights
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| I need your help, and I’m not askin' it nice
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| All her life it’s been paramedics
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| All my life comin' up all I heard «Is there a medic?»
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| A youngin', all I could do is stare at it
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| Seizure after seizure, if I was you
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| Wouldn’t ne’er let it be hereditary
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| If Aar' get it, I swear that it’s scary
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| Sittin' in an insane asylum
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| God or god’s ghost, man I aim to find him
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| To take away all of this angel’s pain inside, come rain
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| If Momma go, how come I can’t deny them?
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| And she only 54 in a ward, watchin' her war
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| And it’s more blood and gore
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| She tore 'cause people are so deceivin'
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| And I’m on the floor
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| 'Cause with nor Lord this war absorbs more poor
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| Havin' all the soldiers screamin'
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| Show me a god, ahh!
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| I’m kinda feelin' that it is a facade
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| Show me a god, ahh!
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| And if it is, why ain’t he doin' his job?!
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| Show me a god, ahh!
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| Even if it’s a thing, a man, or a broad
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| Show me a god, please!
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| Let me know something is listening when I’m down on my knees
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| Think of how all the victims of Katrina feelin'
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| They need a ceilin', they say that Mother Nature, she the villain
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| I plead a million, the bible, I read a billion
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| Still I’m free to see the real and my feet are grillin'
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| 'Cause hellish heat is buildin' up
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| Think my momma ain’t ill enough? |
| It’s killin' us
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| I will erupt if they’re pillin' her false, still ain’t no healin' her
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| Been searchin' for answers, but I find nothin' but man stuff
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| That puts a damper on the current problem at hand, bruh
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| Or whatever it is, I will never forgive
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| Anybody who take Maudie better get her to live
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| She’s so sick that it don’t matter how much cheddar I give
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| To the thing or the lady, here’s a letter to his
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| Majesty, why ain’t you stoppin' these tragedies?
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| My mother’s glad to be with you, but her life’s been a raggedy one
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| What’s gonna be done?
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| In two thousand twelve when hell’s gonna be
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| When the Earth aligns with the Sun?
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| Show me a god, ahh!
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| I’m kinda feelin' that it is a facade
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| Show me a god, ahh!
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| And if it is, why ain’t he doin' his job?!
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| Show me a god, ahh!
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| Even if it’s a thing, a man, or a broad
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| Show me a god, please!
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| Let me know something is listening when I’m down on my knees
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| That’s why I be lookin' for ghosts
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| Somethin' supernatural
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| Only thing I know that’s supernatural is the rappin'
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| Maybe if I saw something like that it’d make me change my life or somethin'
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| Now let’s get into K.O.D |