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[Chorus] |
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Pride comes before the fall |
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So how do you like your crow, well-done, medium or raw |
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Humble yourself, good call, prostrate, submit |
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The meek will inherit the Kingdom of God, word bond |
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Pride comes before the fall |
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So how do you like your crow, well-done, medium or raw |
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Humble yourself, good call, prostrate, submit |
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The meek will inherit the Kingdom of God, word bond |
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[Verse 1: Page One] |
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I keep watch lest I be enticed, represent Christ within this hip hop culture |
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Been rhymin' over half of my lifetime without exposure |
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Always relied on my ability |
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As an emcee, but now I take pride in my humility? |
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But how would I react in fact if you said you dug the track |
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But fast-forwarded past my verse 'cause you thought it was wack |
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Equating evaluating with hating |
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Fading into obscurity, purity masquerading |
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Now I'm left pondering why |
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My helping and listening ear won't offset my wandering eye |
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Damaging dialect, might well put in motion the butterfly effect, I connect |
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My foot with my own open mouth, verbal contortionism |
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Sought after more than wisdom is to be found acceptable |
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Brighter or duller tones, we're multicolored stones |
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Within the ephod, susceptible to this mentality, flawed |
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Though it may be, men would be angels, angels would be God |
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[Chorus] |
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Pride comes before the fall |
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So how do you like your crow, well-done, medium or raw |
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Humble yourself, good call, prostrate, submit |
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The meek will inherit the Kingdom of God, word bond |
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Pride comes before the fall |
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So how do you like your crow, well-done, medium or raw |
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Humble yourself, good call, prostrate, submit |
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The meek will inherit the Kingdom of God, word bond |
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[Verse 2: Nickels] |
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Reach into the deepest fibers of my soul |
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Pluck out the seeds of Sheol |
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Pay my toll, I stole, killed and destroyed |
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Right alongside the Sith Lord |
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Burry your sword into my abdomen, I caused death |
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From the edges of my tongue, clench my breath |
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And squeeze, my life is a disease |
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Take this guilt I have from me please |
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Nothing left, will you love me tomorrow? |
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Creation rotates around you, I am sorrow |
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From the marrow of my bones I crawl |
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To the throne room of the Most High |
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I die, why should You revive me? I suck |
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Every hair from Your beard You know that I plucked |
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You stood from Your throne and You opened heavens door |
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Where sin abounds, grace does abound much more |
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[Chorus] |
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Pride comes before the fall |
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So how do you like your crow, well-done, medium or raw |
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Humble yourself, good call, prostrate, submit |
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The meek will inherit the Kingdom of God, word bond |
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Pride comes before the fall |
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So how do you like your crow, well-done, medium or raw |
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Humble yourself, good call, prostrate, submit |
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The meek will inherit the Kingdom of God, word bond |
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[Verse 3: Othello] |
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'Tis far easier for a camel to enter the eye of a needle |
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Than an emcee full of testosterone |
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Filled to the brim with prideful egotistical supercharged |
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Motivated conceit, this description once described me |
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Beating my face against the concrete |
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Ashamed and convicted for missing God's will like that of Sadducee |
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Confine God to a box and throw rocks at thoughts and opinions |
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To go against the grain of religion feeding on the holier then thou concept |
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Nuclear bomb threats at allies dominion |
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Here on earth all a part of God's kingdom |
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Judge a tree by its fruit and what it produces |
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It's only with Christ not involved that the music's vain and useless |
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In the act of saving souls..huh so here I am swallowing crows |
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Before the throne shamed faced and feeling along |
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Hang my head and take a step back away from the microphone |
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As it leaves its stand and hovers in front of my face I'm once again reminded of his grace |
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And how patient he is, and how faithful he is |
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And when I blatantly did the opposite of righteousness |
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Now I confess Him as the greatest |
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Thanks for second, third and fourth chances to bring the ruckus, Lord, it's mad appreciated |
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[Chorus] |
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Pride comes before the fall |
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So how do you like your crow, well-done, medium or raw |
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Humble yourself, good call, prostrate, submit |
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The meek will inherit the Kingdom of God, word bond |
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Pride comes before the fall |
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So how do you like your crow, well-done, medium or raw |
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Humble yourself, good call, prostrate, submit |
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The meek will inherit the Kingdom of God, word bond |