| Dear Lord, you show me the best of times, show me the worst of times
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| Confusion all over my mind, but still I keep bustin' rhymes
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| And I fight for what I want, but I die for what I need
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| And I watch my people bleed while vultures steady feed
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| We proceed with the mic bless, Fashioned in your likeness
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| More deadlier than vipers, lyric spirit snipers
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| Ignite us, we’ll be candles in the dark
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| Solid like Noah’s Ark, I was destined for this part
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| In the scheme of thangs, we kings and queens eatin' chicken wings
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| But greasy finger tips can’t hold the scepter, so it slips
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| Now who’s equipped, to come up on the grip
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| Of bravery crazily, I wait for the response
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| And I’m locked and loaded, missiles ready set to launch
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| Eliminatin' comp-etition, they gettin' bumped in the trunk
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| 'Cause we keep 'em in the chunk, in the trunk
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| They gettin' bumped in the trunk
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| What can I learn from livin' life? |
| What can you learn from what I write?
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| I study 'til my lungs are bloody, to him I’m just some Silly Puddy
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| Who created me to play with, she to lay with, us to bust
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| I spend my day programmin' what? |
| Sooounds! |
| How profound
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| To rap until the break of dawn, so they can hear and know it’s on
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| If the flow is strong I’m smart, If you’re stupid it’s not art
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| Marks are made so many ways, you can spin the tires
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| Blaze a sack for everybody, days are chapters, what you after?
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| Give me what I need (give me what I need)
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| To help them trace my tracks!
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| Lord, give me what I need (give me what I need)
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| To stand and face the facts!
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| Lord, give me what I need (give me what I need)
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| To lead them not astray!
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| Give me what I need (give me what I need)
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| To say what I got to say!
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| Now you can faze me with your laughter, your smiles, or your pain
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| I feel your trials when I’m down and out, or winning… at the game
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| No one to claim Creator, yet the masses are perplexed
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| 'Cause by life we’re so impressed, we all wish we had a next
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| And that’s no matter how much I complain, really couldn’t place no blame
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| I’ll just refrain, try stayin' sane, and hope you watch your aim
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| I scope and got the flame, to make it knock and shock the same
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| Got to use the brain, so I can lose the chains
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| Thug, you my guru leader, so I don’t need to pack no heater
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| Like syrup you make this sweeter, this balance-beam I teeter
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| Tryin' to find myself, lookin' at reflections in everyone else
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| Some of y’all might find that funny, but do not know your wealth
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| You make the world turn, you make the fire burn
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| You make the wind breeze, the sinner fall to his knees
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| Now that’s some powerful, and I speak my words truthfully
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| As far as I know, yo, we all got some of God’s beauty
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| Give me what I need (give me what I need)
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| To help them trace my tracks!
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| Lord, give me what I need (give me what I need)
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| To stand and face the facts!
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| Lord, give me what I need (give me what I need)
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| To lead them not astray!
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| Give me what I need (give me what I need)
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| To say what I got to say!
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| Let me crack my seventh seal, don’t rush, microphone’s gotta get crushed
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| I thrust with the force of a rocket booster, this ain’t what you’re use to
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| Now we gonna fly high, singin' this song — la la la
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| If you don’t believe in yourself, you best to try
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| Ain’t nobody said this life is easy, everything a test
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| Is you gonna do your best? |
| Hide in the cone of flesh?
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| You got to stay fresh, 'cause if you stop you stagnated
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| Stale thoughts of lack, will put you in a jail
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| Believe I can and I will, set these rhymes to sail
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| But will what I really feel pay the bills, shit is ill
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| I stare off in the distance, rhymin' with persistence
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| 'Cause rhymin' is a mission, will anybody listen?
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| Now if you put me through any time of need, I’m sure to call for help indeed
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| Daily I stay silent, thinkin' thoughts at lightning speed
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| Heightened by the feedback and forth reciprocation
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| Situation rather unexplained, I maintain relations
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| In laymens — it’s a vibe I felt, Déjà Vu inside myself
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| I speak it verbally, made sure all them fools have heard of me
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| Believe I’m well connected, not a prophet who’s been resurrected
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| Trust and I expect it, when I bust it’s higher effects to match the specs
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| Of my blue prints and the true sense of these words
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| God he lives within, all of this he’s heard
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| Every word (every word)
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| Give me what I need (give me what I need)
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| To help them trace my tracks!
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| Lord, give me what I need (give me what I need)
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| To stand and face the facts!
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| Lord, give me what I need (give me what I need)
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| To lead them not astray!
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| Give me what I need (give me what I need)
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| To say what I got to say! |