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[Featuring: George Clinton] |
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[Killah Priest] |
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As I lay upon my bed, I stare at the ceiling |
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The feeling inside me is dead, what's that voice I'm hearing |
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So I reach for the spread, pull it back, saw demons |
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Making my wife give 'em head, I wake up screaming |
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What is the meaning, am I dead?, Am I still dreaming? |
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Will I wrestle with this devil whenever I'm sleeping |
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Wake up behind the metal of a federal precinct |
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Or be found in the ghetto taking several of beatings? |
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From policemen, will I die for what I believe in? |
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Will I ride until I'm no longer breathing? |
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I need to know until my soul is leaving through that hole, I see Him |
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Up that road to meet Him and behold His kingdom |
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And I stand before His judgement, my body a ghost |
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I'm seeing dozens of my cousins, distant and close |
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Whether relatives or friends, I remember them both |
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Then I walk, what's that? my end, then a voice had spoke |
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It said.. |
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[Hook x2: George Clinton] |
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Come with me, I'll take you there |
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Come with me, have no fear |
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[Killah Priest] |
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All I saw was fire and smoke and bodies that roast up |
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Young adults that were under a cloke |
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And took a number of oaths 'til they hung from a rope |
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I said damn, I saw my man pull a gun from his coat |
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Ran up before the preacher popped one in his throat |
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I ain't scared because the chair share hundreds of volts |
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And I know this is not the place that he wanted to go |
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I want to leave because this place here is punishing folks |
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So I fell on both knees, face pouring with sweat |
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When an angel approached me, placed a sword on my neck |
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I cried with every bit of pride all on my breath |
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There I was strapped to a bed having war on my flesh |
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The priest threw holy water on me, called me possessed |
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Doctors held me down but I tore through my vest |
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Psychiatrists came, read the results of my test |
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I threw up over the nurses, left the floor in a mess |
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Come with me! Come with me |
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Chorus x2 |
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[Killah Priest] |
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I dreamed of harm and blood, rusty chainsaws, bodies in tubs |
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That painted walls, saw armys of thugs |
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Saw men made zombies from drugs |
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Enemies from centuries fill my body with slugs |
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There I was in paradise, the marriage of Christ |
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I saw nazarites, all gathered in white |
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Written down in the tablets of life |
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What it means while the church at the Vatican fight? |
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There were flames, I passed through a traveling light, I was changed |
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Became a phantom of the night, the upper plain |
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No longer suffer the same, had enough of the pain |
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Felt a rush in my vein, words stuck in my brain |
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Had nothing to gain, everything to loose |
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Which cliques of the game do I claim to choose? |
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Saw every ancient tomb and the saints in bloom |
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Heard the sounds of the trumpets as the angels blew |
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Come with me! |
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Chorus x4 |
