| Some of dem are wolf in, sheep clothing
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| Just not need a friend, now I yearn it every day
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| Some of dem are wolf in, sheep clothing
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| Was it the blind then, the blinded goat, then follow the pig
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| Some of dem are wolf in, sheep clothing
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| Jus not need a friend, now I lurk in the gutters (Watch this!)
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| If you blind then, the blinded goat and then follow the pig
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| Since the dawn of day, men be usin they minds
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| To do, wickedness, but ain’t nothin changed
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| My God, things are still the same
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| So I got on my knees and prayed
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| Lord, oh Lord, above, shine on us, your previous love
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| That is what we need today, that our flocks won’t go astray
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| Cuz some of dem are wolf in, sheep clothing
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| Some of dem are wolf in, sheep clothing
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| Some of dem are wolf in, sheep clothing
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| Shock waves…
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| Now after survivin brothers connive and some smoke the lie
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| Sendin vibes like they shocks, I recognize
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| Then inspect the eyes when I detect the lies
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| I analyze standin wise in my enterprise
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| I judge wisely, as if nothin ever surprise me
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| Loungin between elevators and lobbies
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| Pockets knotty, full of Bills like Cosby
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| Smooth as Isley’s, Brothers
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| No time for lies in your alibis
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| This style’ll have you die, evil multiply
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| The snake slivers, plus the bite is bitter
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| They play you like the fiddler
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| The truth makes you sicker, June 4th put me on cause
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| 351 bought off the third son, the rain drives plate of drums
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| I use the truth to overcome, a soldier from the slums
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| Call Solomon, Rudy is like a ruby to me
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| Zaria is like a sapphire, teach her daily
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| Words are clearly, yearly come near me
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| I prepare thee for the future, future
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| Tribulations and liberation, for ya nations
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| Killah Priest keeps it deep, plus the slogan
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| Wolf in sheep clothing
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| Some of dem are wolf in, sheep clothing
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| Some of dem are wolf in, sheep clothing
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| Some of dem are wolf in, sheep clothing
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| Shock wave … shock wave!
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| I face the east in my place of peace
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| And wicked men divide sin
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| They have a zil, but lack the will
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| So they kill rather then build, a fed
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| Too many brothers die, while the mothers cry
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| And in the White House, are names are being wiped out
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| I got the right route, I hold a tablet, control the savage
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| Like I’m Moses, brains thick as water hoses
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| Starve the devil like a bed of roses
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| And use dogs to sick 'em, while the TV noise will trick 'em
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| Exploit our victims, while the rich applauds the system
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| But I’m the sheep in wolf clothing, only feats if the hoofs cloven
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| Priest explosion… |