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Watch me ride... |
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Take the words and the bass, |
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Taste, and then swallow me, |
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You're chasing the devil |
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Cos you're level if you follow me |
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For quality, and I make no apology |
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For linking my thinking with computer technology. |
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Cos this is like a modern day hymn |
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For the new church, |
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I search for the truth, |
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I've got a hole in my tooth, |
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I'm uncouth, yes sir, |
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I'm from the street university |
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Where we learn to earn even in times of adversity. |
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And I will find it a easy when you're out a hard time, |
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Petite crime sometimes, |
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But now I'm inclined to find |
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A fresh direction, kiss me neck, |
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Check out the funky section. |
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Cos this is the part where I start to rip up words, |
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A comfort coming straight from my heart, |
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I'm not a mystic, |
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My views are realistic, simplistic, |
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One special brew I get pissed quick, |
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And get sick so I don't do it no more, |
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I won't find peace of mind |
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Rolling around on the floor. |
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The point I want to make, |
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The mistake is to take without giving, |
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From within, |
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You know how I'm living, |
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I'm cool, I'm looking after myself, |
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And I could never place wealth before my spirit, |
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I feel it's unhealthy, |
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The devil creep around you so stealthy, stealthy |
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'Till you get bold, rush the gold, |
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And before you're much older, |
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You're soul is sold, where's it getting ya, |
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Competition starts swearing ya, |
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Gold-diggers setting you up, |
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Soon be forgetting your existence, |
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Do you need a for instance, |
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I have to admire your persistence |
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In sticking to a game plan, |
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That brings you pain man, |
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And at the end of the day nothing is gained, |
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So listen to the voice within, |
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I'll see ya later, |
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Pay heed to the Grand Oral Disseminator. |
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Quite still you feel there's nothing going on |
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until you realize the space behind your |
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eyes is filling up with something like peace |
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as your thoughts cease some pleasure grows in your soul. |
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I aint a Christian |
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Sometimes I feel like diss'in em |
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But listen I'm just trying to tell you what I know |
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if you would once relax, chill to the max |
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these words on wax will cause sweet bells to ring in your soul. |
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If I say God is alive I know you'll want to know why babies die, food don't grow. Why? |
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Trains smash, plans crash, |
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situation mash and slam bam |
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your fellow man - money's in fashion |
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it aint rational, because dammit, he didn't just give us the planet |
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and its wealth, inside your soul he left a piece of himself, his voice is small |
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I keep lying and trying, |
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Denying the call from inside |
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You can't hide responsibility |
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So decide from today just who it's going to be, |
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Thou shalt have no other God but me, |
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So set you free see, |
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But you'll have to listen, |
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And who's that false idol |
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I see you kissing? |
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Money, success and untold wealth, good health |
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And all you have to do is love yourself. |
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It's a fact you'll attract all the things that you lack, |
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So just chill |
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And get off the race track |
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And take a pace back, face facts, |
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It's your decision, |
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You don't need eyes to see, |
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You need vision, |
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Continue to view the lord as being separated |
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And you'll be living a lie that's being perpetrated, |
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For many centuries, I'm on a mission I want to mention these facts, |
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These facts in my rap, |
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I don't sing, |
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But I want to share the peace that they bring, |
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My name is G.O.D. |
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The Grand Oral Disseminator. |
