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I bring you tents and girth to this homegrown range |
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Bona fide what you hear, tis the sound of pain |
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But pain leads to gain so we dare not stagnate |
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We elevate to that next state, motion divine |
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Glisten like crystal ball and stand tall |
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With this knowledge and overstanding |
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Enterprise landing, bringing dem new brands of buff |
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Yes, we come proper with potency |
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Ain't no blood in my body, it's liquid soul in my vein |
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I dance on a thin line of sane and deranged |
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And it's all criss once I get neatly in the cipher |
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Chat like pickney to the piper that pied |
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As this natural mystic blows through the air |
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These lessons of life become crystal clear |
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Precision of my vision is ital |
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Separating sharks from the blessed is vital |
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Now I can smell a rat coming from a mile round the corner |
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One time I bored ya, twice you can't couf |
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No, we won't stop rebuke thee |
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You satanics, you fools can't recruit me |
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Not now while there's |
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(Chorus) |
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Movements fi make, typhoons grew |
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Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through |
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Movements fi make, typhoons grew |
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Strong and cold-sheist them a still coast through |
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Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right |
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I'll slap the bacon out your mouth, dance upon your sarnie |
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Rolling with Jah bredren dem, God-blessed army |
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How the hell you gon stop this tide from steady coming |
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Run and catch in tune with the elements |
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At speed we proceed, traction for action |
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Hot 125, government goons get dashed to the side |
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Too big to slide now, though they try to disguise |
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I can still recognize devilworks when I see it |
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Weakheart disciples keep weakheart friends |
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Always had a hate for what their weakhearts defend |
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They fiend for that crack, ain't no one to tax |
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We might run home and smoke a brown bag of seed |
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Best believe that these times is treacherous |
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And I know not how else I'm supposed to act |
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But stand close to culture roots-fi |
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See me getting deft with that two-step shuffle |
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Haggling others who for the cause |
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Reigning with that roots type terror |
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Freaking at your weakhearty era but |
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We build, move and prove that we don't suffer fools |
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(Chorus 2x) |
