[Ice Cube]:Damn, so you still out here waitin, huh?]
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{Reverand}:Mmmhmmm
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[So you don't mind if I go on 'n take this watch and the, car keys?]
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{Nah, Jesus'll give me another one}
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[Aight den, cool]
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(Dog barks while he starts car and drives off)
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Listen to the preacher man,
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But are you talkin' to me?
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I can't here ya with a mouth full of pigs feet,
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Pry' shouldn't eat the swine fless,
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Ya body is a mess, but ya blessed,
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With the Father, Son, Spirit, and the Holy Ghost,
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But my whole neighborhood is comatose,
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Lookin' for survival,
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The devil made you a slave,
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And he gave you a bible,
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Four hundered years of gettin' our ass kicked,
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By so-called Christians and Catholics,
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But I'mma watch 'em burn in the fi-re,
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See I'mma G that's why I ain't in ya choi-r,
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'Cause I see, 'cause I know,
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The church ain't nothin' but a fashion show,
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Get the devil do a one-eighty-seven,
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And they won't call me a nigga,
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When I Get To Heaven,
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Your waitin' for the devil to come form the ground,
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Clown, take a look around,
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Just look at the cross that the priest is holdin',
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A beast, in sheeps clothin',
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But I'm rollin',
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With that knowledge itself,
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'Cause Heaven ain't just wealth,
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So mister preacher,
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If I can't pay my tide,
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Do I haf'ta wait outside?
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White man, please take another look,
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'Cause we couldn't be readin' out the same book,
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'Cause you's a crook, and I'm a brotha,
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King James had sex with his motha,
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Is that your edition? Is that your religion?
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Black man you gotta make a decision,
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'Cause God is comin' on day number seven,
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And they won't call me a nigga,
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When I Get To Heaven,
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The same white man that put me in the slamma,
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He bombed a church in Alabama,
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So if I cocked the hammer God won't mind,
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If I have to kill the human swine,
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'Cause God is a killa from the start,
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Why you think, Noah had to build his arc,
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And God is a man from his feet to his hair,
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That's why you say aMEN, after each and every prayer,
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I just stare at the church man,
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Spendin' more money on the "church-ban",
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Buddy Lodges' got a plan,
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Had the white man screamin',"Damn, that FAIR-i-can,"
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'Cause one day these babies'll up rise,
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Much more than bow ties and Levis,
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Kickin knowledge at the Seven-Eleven,
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And they won't call me a nigga,
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When I Get To Heaven,
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.....But when it come to standin' up, we find a convenient excuse, to lay down, back away from struggle.
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When I Get to Heaven
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| Ice Cube |
