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with live grazes Live and die for the king Escaping hells faces Forces with chariots armed Dark horses God will make God ????? and face loses Seven months to bury the dead
curse lay scared in the worst way like a savior on the third day, I rise Chorus: "feel my aura, just around death's corner" (Rise!) Rise! [x4] The
he see me fifteen with the burner out of prison Gangster - fuck that, I'm (GangStarr) Tell Nas (hip-hop's dead) now, my man's gone As I rise to the top
and the flow's so accurate Anything's possible, black, you mad profitable Waste no time, breath, air on popping you Put you on the guest list, go dance with death The club's dead
who dead broke While I'm thinkin' of my ancestors, hung on ropes Black queens havin' seeds while she's strung on dope I resurrected Nat Turner with this
I'm strange Can't tame em. Can't blame em for lookin' at me as if I can't change With that said still I'm a rise. Though I keep it still in lies Go ahead
hand locked on the sword Every eye watched the Lord to see what he do But he was peaceful, before he knew The time was at hand, they should kill the Son
[Verse 1:] Man I'm doin bad I'ma come real with it It Ain't struggle that make a man, it's how the man deal with it Last days ya gotta recognize the
't let a young nigga die broke I hold my pistol with pride with every 9 I toke It's a tear I done shed Another black male on the stairs laid dead What
must be in it [Verse 11: Pebblee Poo from Def Committee (Nas)] C'mon! Well I'm the ?wa-say-why? with the with the same crew First name Pebblee, last
fuckin' with mines A nigga God blessed with such an undeniable shine I hope you know there's nothin' fresher The manifester apply the pressure Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with
will rise up, I will rise up, Haunting your dreams, I will rise up, I will rise up, I will, I will, I will rise up from the dead ... VERSE 2: Scapegoat
be Me know say him nuh wah dead. Den, Jesus Christ, Tell me why society try stop Ghetto yute corn bread Dats not nice Cah dem know youth a go rise up
too Don't let the money make you Verse 2: [Soopafly] It's Soopafly, comin' with that gangsta shit That shit that only gangstas be gettin' gangsta with
fuckin' with mines A nigga, God blessed with such an undeniable shine I hope you know there's nothin' fresher The manifester apply the pressure Tie you up and gag you in your mouth with
game and the flow's so accurate Anything's possible, black, you mad profitable Waste no time, breath, air on popping you Put you on the guest list, go dance with death The club's dead
