| Artist: Ice Cube
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| Album: Lethal Injection
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| Song: Heaven
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| Verse One:
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| Listen to the preacherman
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| But are you talkin' to me
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| I can’t hear you with a mouth full of pig’s feet
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| If I should need the swine flesh
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| Your body is a mess, but you’re blessed
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| With a father, son, spirit and the holy ghost
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| But my whole neigborhood is comatose
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| Lookin' for survival
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| The devil made you a slave and he gave you a bible
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| 400 years gettin' our ass kicked
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| By so-called christians and catholics
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| But I watch 'em burn in a fire
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| See I’m a g, that’s why I ain’t in your choir
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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 to a 187
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| And they won’t call me a nigga when I get to heaven
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| Verse Two:
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| You’re waitin' for the devil to come from 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 sheep’s clothing
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| But I’m rollin' with that knowledge of self
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| Cause heaven ain’t just wealth
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| So mister preacher, if I couldn’t pay my tithe
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| Do I have to wait outside?
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| White man, please take another look
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| Cause we couldn’t be readin' out of the same book
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| Cause youse a crook and I’m a brother
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| King James had sex with his mother
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| Is that your edition? |
| Is that your religion?
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| Black man, you gotta make a desicion
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| Cause God is comin' on day number seven
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| And he won’t call me a nigga when I get to heaven
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| Verse Three:
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| The same white man that threw me in the slammer
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| He bombed the church in Alabama
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| So if I cock 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 killer from the start
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| Why you think Noah had to build his ark
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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 band
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| But Elijah’s got a plan
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| Got the white man screamin': 'Damn that Farrakhan!'
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| Cause one day these babies are uprise
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| Much more than bowties and bean pies
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| Kickin' knowledge at 7−11
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| And they won’t call me a nigga when I get to heaven |