| Everything’s not quite what they said it were
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| Living in a scheme, tryna look past the regular
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| Play the game, stay the same, it’s habitual
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| But don’t let them set you up for the ritual
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| Fuck it, me and WooSteez back at it with the black magic
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| That will leave you on your back, flatted
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| Knocked out, glass of warm milk
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| In the craftmatic, adjustable bed
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| While some of you kids can’t stand it
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| As an embryo I said to my soul
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| ‘Yo, do you want this body?' |
| it said
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| ‘Yeah, I’ll take a crack at it
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| But I let you know right now that if you hurt it
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| I’ll return it to the earth and let the ocean or the land have it'
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| And then I laughed at me
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| Man, if everybody’s got to go through it
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| Then screw it, let’s do it, take me do the damn planet
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| And then before I knew it I had emerged
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| Out of the fluid as a human man
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| Ritual unions have gotten me in trouble again
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| And ever since then it’s been cracking
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| Living inside of the body of a half black man
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| An Italiano Africano like they try to model my body
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| After Rocky mixed with Apollo, win a combo when it happen |
| I was wondering of a white dread and the mysteries in the sky
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| I was wondering
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| Everything’s not quite what they said it were
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| Living in a scheme, tryna look past the regular
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| Play the game, stay the same, it’s habitual
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| But don’t let them set you up for the ritual
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| I was wondering how I got Steez for days
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| Under palm trees even eating bomb-meez with babes
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| We used to clock G’s selling mollies at raves
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| Back then we was rocking them tall T’s and waves
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| Now it’s more like whatever feels comfiest
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| Down to share my meal with whoever feels hungriest
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| Anyone that enters in our guild should have incentive to build
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| Either that or whoever feels luckiest
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| ‘Cause they’ll emasculate, knife up and castrate
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| Gun down, assassinate, and kill us unjustly
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| If we start to fuck with the rise of their machine
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| It’s just a dirty system that we’re kinda scared to clean
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| This is early ‘30's wisdom that was mine at 17
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| Spoken from my mid 20's, nothing is as it seems
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| Trying to look past material schemes
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| But we marry to the money, it reminds me that being in this |
| Ritual unions have got me in trouble again
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| So as you walk upon the earth
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| Recognize that you’ve been equipped with only one brain
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| To make the choice, to follow in the path of the mundane
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| Or ride on the everyday fun train
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| When the wheels fall off, it all falls down
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| You grow old, regretting not taking the road less traveled
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| Remember till the next generation this one thing
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| Everything’s not quite what they said it were
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| Living in a scheme, tryna look past the regular
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| Play the game, stay the same, it’s habitual
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| But don’t let them set you up for the ritual |