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As you see |
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Ruler show's, is enquirin noses |
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Goin into a story about a kid named |
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Moses Once a prophet was to be born, so for anything else furve it |
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Fear of orders, every first born, some murdered |
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One got away, a girl wit profit for a river |
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Gently put him in a basket, went floatin down a river |
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Then hands up by a fair up relative, or honey peep it |
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Couldn't be the severed, once determined to keep |
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Don't say a word, she told this slim, who was a real witch |
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Snitch, it'll definetly be the last day you breathin |
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Wild kids slaughter, cuz they was fronted them |
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Soldiers tellin the kid that they murdered every one of them |
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Thanks said |
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Pharoah, guys little friend tips |
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Sister showin her baby sayin her |
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River God sent it |
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To a brother who arose and said, "whoa sis" |
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Cure as I suppose this, the upward knows about |
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Moses [whistling and samples] [Slick Rick] |
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As time passes, prove he wasn't the type to beg or borrow |
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Group to conquer land like ain't no tomorrow |
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Made the Sun |
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King jealous cuz he couldn't do a moldin |
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Pops I'm not to happy the way you jackin this |
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Moses Some dish rap behavior ruins every piece of bash |
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Though I complain, where's the several action build |
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You piece of trash, tree or switch |
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Mo' you buildin, and find your cream's hero |
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Built it, anything else, you need pharoah |
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Come to star this, this my crown |
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One say "How can he" but since not takin any chance |
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He threw the hooker off the balcony |
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But word sold out to |
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King, he bank cold cuts blessed |
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Stripped him of his honors and dumped him in the desert |
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But I'm return for the people, this chest about saw |
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King said "You want war? Make brick without straw" |
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That's a son not being king, and shorty knows good roses |
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When I be, suppose this the upward knows about |
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Moses [whistling and samples] [Slick Rick] |
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The new King said, |
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S be the threats, filled wit stuffing |
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Oh boy, what do |
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I do? Now pray to prophet |
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Then a vision said chill and prophecy fill |
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Scorm build, hells of fire, or there first born killed |
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It's gettin scary for the king, he made the sufferin go by |
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Mario You win, take these peasants and get the fluck outta my area |
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More villains, still in heat, didn't want my 2 to fill him |
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Wasn't chillin, then |
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I flat sent the troop to go and kill him |
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So more, prophecy, when a crossing said run him |
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Did some ol' abracadabra and water fell upon him |
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The soldiers that is, since |
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Moses was suave |
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Then Mo' and the mounds havin a convo wit the father |
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Came back in the tens, seen panty hoes dropin |
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Partner suave, folks wasn't into what po-pop was poppin |
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So the Earth shouldn't kill those, bible takes clothes |
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Talked about a time when not the worst spit foes and met |
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Moses [whistling and samples] |
