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4th disciple & one man - game 7 lyrics

open your[intro] k!llah priest
everybody open your ears
yo this is game 7
who knows
wickedness is like a sport to the wicked
which is the government, cop versus us
it’s like yo pass the ball, pass the ball
it’s like a basketball game

[one man]
i’m out of time and breath
one shot left to escape the clutches of death
only seconds in the game
one man drop a dime for the righteous team
send the game to overtimе, came from behind
shook a poison mind+state, drug dеals
and fully automatic steels, blood spills
incarcerations, lacerations
police interrogations in the early day
wicked thought ways, plus the shackles of a slave
y’all call himself and the devil that he made
then i was given a sword for him to be slayed
on the last war parade where god finally evade
on the battlefield, i blind the troops with my shield
and a plan to build, all wickedness will be k!lled
any wolf in sheep’s clothing shall be revealed
from the prophecy fulfilled, mankind’s facing
[chorus] k!llah priest x2
in a game of life, a game of death
if you foul, do you blame the ref?
one minute left on the clock, take a jump shot
new year before the ball drop
beware of cheerleaders
false preachers in the bleachers
be on point, god
try not to lay up before the days up
it’s game 7
it’s game 7
it’s game 7
it’s game 7
it’s game 7
it’s game 7

[one man]
it’s 3 minute left on the quarter
we use a full timeout
up by five, device a plan for the route
first the give+n+go, then the pick+n+roll
low post next, on defense double team tech
we should win it
a squad of ghetto kids to be dissented on their homecourt
we had some crowd support
it was tied with 2 minutes left though
but the tie turned when one man stole the ball like a klepto
with the court link, stuffed it down with strength
that changed the momentum
the next three shots my team pinned ’em + to the glass
too much in transition they couldn’t react as fast
now up 6, angry fans burning crucifix
shouting racial slurs the stereotypes
throwing lighters in their own crackpipes
30 seconds left, we up 8, count it down
this is dissent in the final round
[outro] one man
no more chance
game 7
game 7
game 7
game 7
game 7
game 7
game 7
game 7
game 7
game 7
game 7….

- 4th disciple one man lyrics

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