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[Instrumental]

[Verse 1]
I don’t want to be afraid
Every time I face the waves
I don’t want to be afraid
I don’t want to be afraid
I don’t want to fear the storm
Just because I hear it roar
I don’t want to fear the storm
I don’t want to fear the storm

[Chorus]
Oh, peace be still
Say the word and I will
Set my feet upon the sea
Till I’m dancing in the deep
Oh, peace be still
You are here so it is well
Even when my eyes can’t see
I will trust the voice that speaks

[Verse 2]
I’m not gonna be afraid
‘Cause these waves are only waves
Oh, I’m not gonna be afraid
No, I’m not gonna be afraid
Oh, I’m not gonna fear the storm
You are greater than its roar
Oh, I’m not gonna fear the storm
No, I’m not gonna fear at all, yeah

[Chorus]
Oh, peace be still
Say the word and I will
Set my feet upon the sea
Till I’m dancing in the deep
Oh, peace be still
You are here so it is well
Even when my eyes can’t see
I will trust the voice that speaks
Peace, yeah, peace, Lord
Over me, yeah

[Bridge]
Let faith rise up
Oh heart believe
Let faith rise up in me
Oh let faith rise up
Oh heart believe
Let faith rise up in me
Oh let faith rise up
Oh heart believe
Let faith rise up in me, oh-oh-ooh
Let faith rise up
Oh heart believe it
Let faith rise up in me, yeah

[Chorus]
Oh, peace be still
Say the word and I will
Set my feet upon the sea
Till I’m dancing in the deep, Lord
Peace be still
You are here so it is well
Even when my eyes can’t see
Oh, I will trust the voice that speaks
Peace, yeah, peace, Lord
Over me, yeah
We need Your peace, Jesus
Your peace, yes
Over us

[Spontaneous 1]
Oh, let Your peace come into this room
Oh, come into this room
And still every anxious heart
Still every anxious heart
Oh, let Your peace come into, to this room
Still every anxious heart, Jesus
Still every anxious heart, oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh
Only You can do it, yeah
Woah-oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooooh
Ooooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooooh
Oooh-ooh-ooh

[Spontaneous 2]
Where there were shackles You brought keys, hmm-hmmm
Where there were shackles You brought keys
Where there were shackles You brought keys
Keys of peace, hmm-hmm-hmm-hmmm
Come and still every anxious heart
Come and still every anxious heart, hm-hm-hm-hmm
We believe, Jesus

[Spontaneous 3]
Come [and fall?] in this place
Come and bring all the slaves free
Come [forth?] in this place
Come bring all the slaves free

[Spontaneous 4]
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know (You are God)
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know (You are God)
Let’s sing that out
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know (You are God)
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know
Sing it out over your heart
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know (that You are God)
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know, yeah
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know…
He’s enough
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know
I will be still and know (that You are God)
I will be still and know
I will be still and (know that You are God)
(I will be still and know) ooooooh, ooooh
You carry me
I will be still and know that You are God
I will be still and know…
Long after the music fades, oh-ooh-oooh

[Outro]
I will be still (and know that You are God)
(I will be still and know)
Oh Lord, after the music fades
One more time, sing out
I will be still (and know that You are God)
I will be still and know

[Intro]
La, la, la, la-la-la-la
La, la, la (Ma-ssa-cre-ah-ahh), la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la-
Massacre

[Verse 1]
Abracadabra, bae
Run, don’t get captured
If you got the apple
We pop you like Snapple
Hope you got collateral
’Cause this a battle
4 5 in my coat, Minneapolis
You can’t let that [?] put a cap on it
And you know he not friendly, no dappin’ it
Hell of a fight ’cause all are some savages
Who the fuck tryna win to live frivolous

[Chorus]
Ma-ssa-cre (woo!), la-la-la-la-la-la
Ma-ssa-cre, war ready baby
Ma-ssa-cre (yeah!), la-la-la-la-la-la
Ma-ssa-cre-ah-ahh

[Verse 2]
First I rob you then come back, man
Who the fuck tryna do somethin’ about it?
I’ma get that bitch inside the shower
Then read it to her like a browser
Uh, yeah, this stick can multiply it and go divide it
If you really ’bout it take that mask off your face
And don’t try to hide it
Don’t disguise yourself (La, la, la)
Unless you need help (La-la-la-la)
Known to come by myself (La, la, la)
Meet me at the steps (La-la-la-la)
Look at the camera, I’m there (La, la, la)
I’m not scared of death (La-la-la-la)
Plus I’m the reason that you wanna shelf (La, la, la)
Play the cards that was dealt (woo!)
Live life like the Joker
I thought that I told ’ya
You know me, I’m not local
I’m one with that [?]
You the Bombay [?]
But I’ll take your soul out
And I’m tryna take you all out
Put bombs in your girl’s [?]

[Chorus]
Ma-ssa-cre (woo!), la-la-la-la-la-la
Ma-ssa-cre, war ready baby
Ma-ssa-cre (yeah!), la-la-la-la-la-la
Ma-ssa-cre-ah-ahh

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]
La, la, la, la-la-la-la
Ma-ssa-cre (woo!), la-la-la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la-la-la-la
Ma-ssa-cre, war ready baby
La, la, la, la-la-la-la
Ma-ssa-cre (yeah!), la-la-la-la-la-la
La, la, la, la-
Ma-ssa-cre-ah-ahh

[Intro: Giggs]
Yeah, Hollowman
Gunna, Felon
Welcome 2 Boomzville
Cash in the rassclart building
It’s nothing

[Verse 1: Gunna Dee + Fem Fel]
Snitches in the station leaving letters like the mailman
Bitch niggas pointing fingers like they just got their nails done
I do early robberies to start my daytime
You can say I wake up, just to make you lay down
But don’t act up, or I’ll make you stay down
You wanna act up and hide?
You’ll get wrapped up and tied
You’re fucking with the Pecknarm killers
But you’ll still get wrapped up alive
‘Round here, there ain’t no fakes you better get your facts right
‘Cause Hollow’s got the Mac
And you won’t get that Mac with no fries
With that Mac, you’ll get wrapped and left to the side
My Pecknizzy niggas, trust me we do this
You can tell we’re the realest
We don’t fuck with pretenders
Pecknarm, SN1, a bunch of top hitters
You don’t wanna get your top popped like a Guinness

[Chorus: Giggs]
Do dis ting
Niggas better know we
Do dis ting
Jail niggas know we
Do dis ting
Southside niggas
Do dis ting
Pecknizzy niggas
Do dis ting
Even bitches know we
Do dis ting, do dis ting

[Verse 2: Fem Fel]
Potential pistol popper, slash Crystal popper
Got the shotty in my lap feeling like a trucker
Every nigga’s staring at the lad
Since Hollow Gind, every nigga’s staring at the bag
Arms out like I’m balanced on a stunt
More guns out, niggas act silly then you dun know
I left niggas marked like a rubber band
And I let it spark, one chance I’ma drop a man
They say they ain’t heard of the Felon
I’ve been out here bringing half-a-bird in for seven
And I’m pissed off, bitch niggas get it criss-crossed
I creep on a rich nigga with my shit cocked
And I’m still good with the metaphor
Trey-pound seen more spins than a record store
Felon I’m a legend on this rap ting
One diss and it’s definitely a strap ting

[Chorus: Giggs]
Do dis ting
Niggas better know we
Do dis ting
Jail niggas know we
Do dis ting
Southside niggas
Do dis ting
Pecknizzy niggas
Do dis ting
Even bitches know we
Do dis ting, do dis ting

[Verse 3: Giggs]
I’ma, show you prats what a banger is
I’ma show you niggas what immaculate swagger is
Look how expensive the jacket is
I ain’t gotta mention my strategies
Back where the manor is
Strapping the cannabis
Blacked-out whip, with the strap in the back of it
Or it might be packed with a bag of chips
A-class, I ain’t gotta mention my category
Vexed that I’m trapping
He shouldn’t even think ’bout attacking me
Niggas better step from the back of me
If I pull the spesh out my jacket
Me and Gunna Dee might flip out and press shit erratically
Don’t try make a mug of me, what’s the matter b
My niggas stay sucker-free, ain’t no jacking me
And we ain’t fucking with the D’s, ain’t no ratting g
Pecknarm niggas are the greaziest packing heat

[Intro: Dubz]
Yeah, these niggas ain’t on this ting
Nah, not at all
Dubz, Giggs
Not on dis ting, nah they’re not on dis ting
Spare No 1, C.R.E.A.M
Doing this ting, on dis ting fully

[Verse 1: Dubz]
Who am I blood?
Mixed race, screwface, two face
Squeeze baller guys like toothpaste
Do or die blood!
That’s the motto the real niggas’ll feel me
The fake niggas’ll not show, love
‘Cause they know that we’re gangster
And if they know the mash ain’t here
Then they know that the shanks are
Step close then I poke up your man, cha
Getting dough is the focus of my gang, brah
That’s we roll on ’em, hold ’em in the van
And let this likkle nigga know that we’re going to the bank
Let him hear the sound from the Heckler & Kosch
It’s going down when we pepper your spot
It’s going down, but I ain’t Yung Joc
Walk it out, don’t talk it out, let that gun pop
Pop, let that gun pop
But only if it’s necessary, get them funds dog

[Chorus: Dubz + Giggs]
Who am I, blood?
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Do or die blood!
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Who am I, blood?
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Do or die blood!
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting

[Verse 2: Giggs]
Rolling a spliff
Yeah the food for my brain, ’cause I’m ’bout to zone out in a bit
With Boomblast controlling the hit
Niggas know what it is
And niggas know how we roll in this bitch
Shotting the press
If I got a strally in the car, better know I ain’t stopping for feds
What the fuck got up in your head?
‘Cause if I’m popping the lead
Shit’ll get worse than a hospital bed
Fuck the rest of them, I roll with the best of men
Me and the 9mm are best of friends
You keep talking ’bout your young guns
Fam I’ve got Young Guns too, like Emilio Estevez
And I ain’t going back, nah fuck a prison
I don’t rave without my strap, I ain’t fucking slipping
Last nigga fucked around with Hollowman got something in him
Thought he was a G, got capped, now he fucking isn’t
Load the shit up then I rinse it all
Plus I’ve got my gloves on, so there ain’t no prints at all
Yeah the reason might be petty, but niggas know this
I rinsed that motherfucker ’cause of principal
Talk from the heart, and I don’t need to talk when I bark
That ain’t even in my thoughts when I spark
And I ain’t even trying anymore
So my next mixtape, I’m calling ‘Walk In Da Park’
Motherfuckers know I get my mash on
Masked up, black bandana any fucking hat on
Ain’t no time for talking, turn the Mac on
The way blood’s gonna run
You can say it’s time to turn the tap on
You can say my violent side is back on
Tell them motherfuckers that the genocide is back on
Gather up my soldiers and my straps
And tell them fucking riders that it’s time for us to crack on

[Chorus: Dubz + Giggs]
Who am I, blood?
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Do or die blood!
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Who am I, blood?
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting
Do or die blood!
They ain’t on dis, they ain’t on dis
Niggas ain’t on dis ting

I need Jesus or I need whiskey
Whatever works best to get me
Through
Gettin’ over you

A little Friday night hallelujah
A congregation of backsliders
Just like me
Yeah, what I need

Is a neon church
With a jukebox choir
Full of honky tonk angels
With their wings on fire
Straight pourin’ out that Johnnie Walker healin’
I got a feelin’
I need a neon church

Baptize me in that barroom smoke
Bartender, preach to me ’til my heart ain’t broke
No more
Ain’t that what this place is for?

I tried bended knee, hands-up prayin’
But damn did that hurt [?] just keep hangin’
Around
What I need right now

Is a neon church
With a jukebox choir
Full of honky tonk angels
With their wings on fire
Straight pourin’ out that Johnnie Walker healin’
I got a feelin’
I need a neon church

[?] sippin’ down that unholy water
Save that hurt-like-hell for tomorrow
I’ll stay here all night

In a neon church
With the party crowd
Where the good times roll
And the music’s loud
Instead of home starin’ holes in the ceiling
I got a feeling

Is a neon church
With a jukebox choir
Full of honky tonk angels
With their wings on fire
Straight pourin’ out that Johnnie Walker healin’
I got a feelin’
I need a neon church