Truly, I say truly
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Truly, Truly
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Well if Jesus is your Lord
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Then Praise your God
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And if Islams's your Thing-
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Allah U Akbar
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And If you represent the 6 pointed star
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Well, then my Hebs back home told me say Shalom
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I put grooves in the mix
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I make moves like the Knicks
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I'll take ya strait up the lane
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And block you out the frame
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Then I freez it
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Believes it
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You needs it like heroin
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Before you git your fight on
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Kid, get your stare on
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Here come the Don Dada
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Makin' ghettos red hotter
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I drop the boom bada
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Like Jake LaMatta
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I can single you out
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And isolate you like Mato
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I'm undefeted like Rocky Marciano
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I hit you right below the belt
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Now you singin' Saprano
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Talk what ya talk
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Still you dont know what I know
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[Chorus]
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Something for ass
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Something for cash
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Some do the knowledge
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Some do the math
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Some stick to the road
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Some stray from the path
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Some do the knowlege
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Some do the math
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Now East Coast- West Coast
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Wonderin' what's the beef
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It's goin down rough
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Like swallowin teeth
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I say word to Din Lizzy
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kid, I get busy
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And I'll knock all of ya'll
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Off this wonder wall
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Cause on a daily basis
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I rock like Oasis
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Quick to be your style
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From a Fetus to a child
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I kill 14 billion cells
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Fuffin L's
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Stompin devils on all 9 levels of L
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check the transmission
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Hear the transition
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Observe the technition
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In fly night vision
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you high-light reels
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I lace my drug deals
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As you skim and check feels
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Off chics in high heels
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It's all bright and sunny
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When your holdin big money
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My Sonics got youth
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As my mud got honey
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I can be the king of grunge
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If I blow my spunge away
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there's a little black spot on the sun today
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Which I dont care if my souls are dead
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so come on and feel the sting of the true pain king
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[Chorus (2x)]
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X-Files
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House Of Pain |