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Heeeey. Oooooh yeah |
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Hee-eeey[Chorus - Ming Xia] |
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Faster Than |
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You Know (know) |
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Love will only make you grow (hiiigh) |
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And free yoooooou |
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Don't be scared to show (show) |
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Why don't you just let it flow? (hiiigh) |
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And heal yoooooou[Over Chorus] - |
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UH! Yeah, |
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Spook clique![Verse 1] |
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There's a lotta fans sayin' they'll die for us |
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But where's the fans tryin'a live for us? |
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For real, clean up the block and raise some kids for us' |
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Cos we don't need you gettin' high and doin' bids for us |
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And listen up close all my wannabe thugs |
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The realest warriors was always motivated by love |
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They used their strength to rise above the violence and the drugs |
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Then went home and gave they queens and they kids hugs |
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If you wanna be free, released from the unrest |
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The stress and the emptiness just follow me |
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Help me break down this wall of hypocrisy |
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And we can rise up and fufill prophecy |
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Faster than a shot of light to ya ground shot |
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Love, can help ya breathe and make the pain stop |
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Love, can open eyes and make the chains drop |
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And that's my word - from the fire to the raindrops[Chorus][Verse 2 - Water Water] |
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Yo, YoSome dudes are fakin', off-stage a "wanksta" |
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Displayin' they prankster, claimin' they gansgter |
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Naww! All the real thugs are dead or in jail |
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Sweatin' in cells, your man |
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Terelle is now madamoiselle |
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We laughin' at |
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Rell, runnin' round yellin "bout society fell" |
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With two fakes and chewin' on nails |
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And castin' too hard when explainin' feelings |
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Playin' wit' they children, vexin' our women |
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Then flexin' as villains |
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I'm not buyin' so save the nonsense |
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You paid to lie in confidence |
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A made man, but in the fabricated sense |
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You gotta hear with the intent to benefitand feel when you repentto never sell your soul up in cement |
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Time is well spent when you presentthe love over torment to rock like 'em ornaments |
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So stop with the foolishness! |
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The love movement, we exploredand brought to you, |
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Spooks sittin' by the door[Chorus][Vers 3 - Chali 2na] |
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Yo, these self-proclaimed kings of writing songs |
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Ain't concerned with the distinction between right and wrong |
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Through love we face hate, it's barely a surprise |
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That the truth tastes great to a belly full of lies |
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Mainland villains wit' your gangland killin' |
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Get that same gland fillin' from gang your man's still in |
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The mic (his wack poems)? attract swarms of frivalous fans |
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Usin' devilous plans, they decieve and expand |
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Their influence 'cos looks at what takes precedence |
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Pockets are desolate, but you rock a ridiculous neck-a-lace |
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Competin' with |
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Mrs. Jones |
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Completes the message sent to these kids through wicked poems |
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I stick it to 'em and re-inform |
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Poeticly (aplomb)?, no credit for bein' calm |
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Theoretically be at arms |
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And fightin' if need be |
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On a mission, exposin' the malnutrition globe-ified on |
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TV, so |
