| A-yo, I grab flows and throw 'em wit a twist of the wrist
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| I throw one inside your house like a Christmas gift
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| I’m the reason why these MCs be changing they flow
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| Cause every time I spit mine, they can’t get no dough
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| Now y’all rappers pay attention, y’all don’t know what it is
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| You just tearing the blocks down and shooting at kids
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| You not a thug to me now, and yeah, I know your type
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| You just wild to ya self, you not wild in the club
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| You with your boys all the time, like a homo thug
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| You ain’t never wit the honeys, you don’t get no love
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| You make music for these assholes that be on the block
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| I make music for the world, just to bring up my stock
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| Come on y’all, y’all don’t really know what it do
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| I drop jewels in your head like it’s Prell shampoo
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| Martin Luther King and Malcolm X, Don' and babies
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| Spit the gospel in our rap, take brothers to church
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| Y’all taught 'em to sell crack, but we show 'em they worth
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| Wu-Tang music, this is how it suppose to sound
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| Y’all keep picking up the hood, while you putting us down
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| God is is love, come on, y’all
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| Come on, God is love
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| Everybody say God is love
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| Come on, y’all say God is love
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| God is love, love, God is love, love
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| Gotta change my ways, my mother warned me
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| Calmly’ll speak, time to air my dirty laundry
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| Angels that guard my body, lord, I’m sorry
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| Lord, I’m sorry for the things I did
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| It’s strange out here, we bang out here
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| Killers, drug dealers, they hang out there
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| Cold stares, we don’t care, we braid our hair
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| Lord, they hate out there, and there’s jakes out where
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| Got plan to escape, they fake out here
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| Yeah, they snakes out here, full of lies and deceit
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| Yeah, they take out here, son died on his feet
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| Son cried in his sleep, can’t forget his past
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| He lost a glass ring, just to flip some cash
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| He cried on the visit, his daughter kissed the glass
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| I need your blessings, but I missed the mass
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| I changed my ways, gotta shift the math
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| I picked my path, my wrongs is right
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| I used to hustle to the morning light
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| Then I found out, son, that there’s more to life
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| They focused, indeed, my songs is tight
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| And survival of the fittest, with all my might
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| Got my legs and my brain, and all my sight
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| No more grief, and my teeth is white
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| And I never give up, and I keep the light
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| Come on, God is love
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| Everybody say God is love
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| Come on, y’all say God is love
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| God is love, love, God is love, love
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| Hearses, pastors, limos, cast in stained glass windows
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| Pews, pools of baptism, views of black victims
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| I snooze, catch visions of a beautiful world
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| No funerals, God’s musical, unusual pearls
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| Then, after his judgment and after the blood rips
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| Off of body and soul, we like Marcus Garvey in the godliest robes
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| And I awake from the sound of organs
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| The sound of families mourning, falling grabbing his coffin
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| Will he fall or carried by the Lord wings
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| Absorbed in all the evil, that we do as the youth
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| So we, teach 'em the truth, you, teach 'em to shoot
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| Eve, ate out my fruit, then she, ate at my loot
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| Now we, pitch on the stoup, til we rich in the coupe
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| Then someone snitch, you’re found stiff in your boots
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| You need lessons, brothers, while I predict in the booth
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| Proverbs is truth, so who you listening to?
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| Come on, God is love
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| Everybody say God is love
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| Come on, y’all say God is love
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| God is love, love, God is love, love |