[Intro: Bizzy]
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Representing the one forever and ever and ever
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We come to you from another dream
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From another time, another station (it is only one true God)
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Praise God in the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit
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(Could you tell meeeee)
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[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
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Could you tell me what you see, you see, you see, you see
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I can read yo' mind baby (I can read your mind) I can read your miiiiind
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Hahaha; could you tell me where we'll be, we'll be, we'll be, we'll be
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I can read yo' mind baby (I can read your mind)
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I can read your, and I can read your mind (I can read your miiiiind)
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Most immaculate, elegant, pick up a piece of paper
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Put ya Pamper on; scamper run, militant get ya Panther on
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The crooked of tryin to pull a caper, cause they wanted a vision
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Now it's honey-coated for the dumb shit; evil don't run shit
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Wanna see the picture for flesh and desire sentencing
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The essence to the fire and purge, deeper inside ya
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Reaper be right behind ya, keep it movin be blessed
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It's the test, only the best, beautiful love, yes!
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Can't believe they wanna hold a brother back like this
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God provide, ride through the pine without a dime
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Baby think it's a crime, and she always get pissed
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Get ya ego out the way, baby listen to this
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I got a problem with racism, placism, hatorism
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Gatorism, prejudice, demons all in the way
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They don't even ask you for identification, what did he say?
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Get ya money little homie, they'll never know you're okay
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[Chorus]
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Listenin to bullshit, knockin on wood
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Praise God don't get it misunderstood
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While I was rollin through the hood
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Boulevardio, you should (Let Me Love You)
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like you was listenin to Mario, it seems that I can't budge you
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But those crooked thoughts they don't harm me though, shake that, shake that
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Money-maker tryin to get the paper blamin poppa for everything
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Somebody tell me who put the food on the motherfuckin, table
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Pumpin up because the fuckin humans actin able
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Lamb, cram to understand plan, baby boy like Clark Gable
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Gone with the wind, with a full confession like Conseco
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Now all of the rest of the baseball players step up
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Glory be the god of the name of our lord and savior - Jesus Christ
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Ain't no weapon formed against us will prosper
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Send the streets they needed medicine, and God'll send a doctor
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Gon' break 'em off real proper
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Even though they really don't want you to prosper
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So now you judge me, and only God love me - ahh!
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[Chorus]
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[Bizzy Bone]
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It ain't a question or a notion, commotion it'll just happen
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Words written but we freestyle rappin
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Keepin it movin and we groovin in the spirit for show
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Bringin the light into a halt, and we caught, and it stop like whoa
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Don't turn around, no rebirth in the salt, nigga let's roll
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Baby don't turn around but she's persisted to go, mmm
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Purified clean, write it in chalk, don't even talk
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Let's concentrate on the mission little baby walk
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Some say it's a weapon, the weapon of weapon of mass destruction
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of body combustin trust if it come outside
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See it's real in the battlefield, plenty fuckin battle scars
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Switchin rides, switchin cars diggin E, peep the stars
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Where we walk in the streets bad feet keep stallin
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Bad wanna come me way, hey, he gon' keep talkin
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And they wonder who, who's tellin 'em dodgin, God will provide the logic
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Get the action in that you need through any ya problems, woo
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Now if you accept it and you accepted just know that you're really respected
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And the love that we have collected through the pressure of presence
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See he's a present, and it's comin from my heart in its essence
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These words we meshin together for further evidence of the lessons
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Are you likin what you feelin? Nah, I think I feel it
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Not to be Marvin Gaye, but baby you need some (Healing)
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So we take it to the tabernacle then pass that feelin
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Touch millions with the gifted that the father is willin
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Look at ya people with some movement as we bond lookin improvin
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That's the love you always enjoy to enlighten bein void
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Gettin noid stay poised it's comin, don't you feel it?
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