[CLEF:]
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I woke up this morning
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I was feeling kind of high
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It was me, Jesus Christ and Haile Selassie
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Selassie said greetings in the name of the most high,
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Jah Rhastafari,
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Christ, took a sip of the Amaretto,
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Passed it down the table said today I'll be betrayed by one you 12 disciples
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Give me a clue who could do this to you?
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The kid on the block who makes less money than you.
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Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him 20 pieces of silver
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All he got to do is deliver the savior
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Right on Bergen St. from bad luck to good luck
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My cup runneth over, pass it down, guzzle up
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The time has arrived, the prophecy will manifest
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I saw death, I got scared, butterflies on my chest
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Father if possible, pass this cup before me,
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But it's too late I chose my destiny in Gethsemane.
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[LAURYN:]
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You see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned
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I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned
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And time it turned,
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He tried to burn me like a perm
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Though my eyes saw the deception, My heart wouldn't let me learn
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From um, some, dumb woman, was I,
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And everytime he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die.
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My heart must have died a thousand deaths
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Compared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath
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Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest
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I tried to call the cops, that type of thief you can't arrest
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Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest
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Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less
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when my peoples would protest,
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I told them mind their business, cause my s*** was complex
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More than just the sex
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I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed
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I'd spend nights clutching my breasts overwhelmed by God's test
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I was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette
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But no man is ever worth the paradise MANIFEST
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[PRAZ:]
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Gun-clap Shell cap,
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Got them crawling on they back
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Come through with the Fu
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They be who the F**k is that
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It's unpredictable, when my tongue performs like Jujitsu
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Cut you with my lyrics, stab you with my pencil
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Lethal injection, witness protection
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Refugee camp's under investigation
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Gunshot bursts in all directions
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For the wack MC's we read your revelations
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Discharge through your pores
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Get raw and kill Boors
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I can Capleton when I'm on a Tour
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Some manifest, with slugs in they chest
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God bless all the Cowboys in the Wild Wild West
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Manifest
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| Fugees |
