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My name is, |
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Maxi Jazz and I ain't no joke, |
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I make you choke on the mic, |
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When I go for broke, |
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When I come into a jam I tear off my shirt, |
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I have no knowledge of fear, cause I'm hear to do work. |
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Uh, |
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Yeah, |
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Watch me ride.. |
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Take my words and the bass |
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Taste and then swallow me |
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No chasing the devil |
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Cause 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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'Cause this is like a modern day hymn, |
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For the new church, I search for the truth, |
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I got a hole in my tooth, I'm uncouth, yes sir. |
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I'm from a street university where we, |
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Learn to earn even in times of adversity. |
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And I would find the easy way out of a hard time, |
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Petty crimes, some time but now I'm inclined to find |
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A fresh direction, kiss me neck, check out the funky section |
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'Cause 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, |
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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 is |
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you can never escape from your fate |
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The mistake is to take without giving |
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From within, You wanna know how I'm living, |
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I'm cool.. |
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I'm looking after myself, |
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And I would never put wealth before my spirit, |
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I feel it's unhealthy |
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The devil creep around ya, so stealthy stealthy |
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'Til you get bold, rush the gold |
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And before your much older, your soul is sold |
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And where's it gettin ya? |
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Competition starts swearing ya |
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Golddiggers setting you up |
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Soon be forgetting your existence |
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Do ya need a for instance |
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I hafta admire your persistence |
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In sticking to a game plan, |
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That brings ya 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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Quiet, still, you feel there's nothing going on |
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Until you realize the space behind your eyes |
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Is filling up with something like peace |
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As your thoughts cease and |
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Pleasure grows in your soul. |
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I ain't a Christian, sometimes I feel like dissin' 'em |
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But listen, I'm just tryin' to tell you, what I know |
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If you could, once relax |
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Chill to the max, these words on wax |
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Would cause sweet bells to ring in your soul |
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If I say God is alive I know you wanna know why |
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Babies die, food don't grow, why trains smash, planes crash |
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Situation mash and slam bam your fellow man |
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Money's in fashion, huh, it ain't rational, |
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Because damn it, he didn't just give us the planet |
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And its wealth, deep inside your soul he left a piece of himself |
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The lord is in here. His voice is small. |
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You 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 how it's going to be, |
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Thou shalt have no other god but me, |
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He can set you free, see |
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But you have to listen, |
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Now 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 racetrack |
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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're living a lie that's been perpetrated, |
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For many centuries, I wanna mention these facts in my rap |
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Huh, 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 |
