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Kick down the teeth of the wicked creep |
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undaground where I stay hid lurk down the alleyways, |
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you be stockin' |
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me behind back talkers, |
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cowards be mockin' me. |
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Try to make me talk, |
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make me confess can't break a brotha down, |
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when there's no fear of death that filled with the light, |
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so you cant stand the sight of me |
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next to the conquering lion, |
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at His right I be. |
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Step up, punks, |
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get rushed, |
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you can't touch me braced in your word, |
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I say, |
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I have no fear |
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Step up punks, |
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get rushed, |
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you can't touch me. |
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Sheltered by your blood, |
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your sweat, your tears |
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I be all in your face, |
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state my case |
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even if you took me out there's another to take my place you waste, |
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prisoner to your own pride |
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you can never kill me off, |
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got too much life in the inside kill me, |
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beat me, |
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break my bones, |
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already gave up my life, |
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you'll never have my soul |
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give the credit to the one, |
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who paid for your crimes suffer for HIS name, |
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& I'll die for mines. |
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Step up, |
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punks, |
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get rushed, |
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you can't touch me braced in your word, |
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I say, |
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I have no fear |
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Step up punks, |
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get rushed, |
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you can't touch me. |
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(Selah) Identify your real master recognize & obey the SACRAFICE 8x |