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How many times one of the real, steel with the words smooth criminal, getting ill, feeling it, pick up the rhythm i give them exactly what they want to chill, Why even lie to me just keep it real I tell them for real be wrong or be gone, I'm a sing this song and Jesus giving me strength to keep the legs I stand on , but hey headed to unknown places facing the peace, We dwell in land of the beast, lately been feeling the heat, how many people get stopped the police, oh, I don't got no ID, and now they want try me, but Christ he guides me, so whatever come my way I fear never ever never, leaves of Eden in my system, I'm humbly cleaver, so tell the police that we driving without a license, Is there anything left to deal with, the enemy plotting so any move I make I move as quiet as mice On the block dodging "bullocks" and bullets, but I eat up the cows like bison, I'm shiesty, Don't provoke me I might bite, Cause i'm shiesty as Tyson, go to alley shoot in the dice and, and make sure i do it once and not twice and, this is the way that we do it, and we pray like Christ and, keep on praising, keep on raising one love, Praise God

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