| With the lights and neon
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| This that real shit with Mighty Mi, and my nigga Mr. Eon
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| And they came all the way to L.A. for this one
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| Eastern Conference All-Stars boy
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| Yeah, ha-ha, so check it out…
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| I cherish good word in the scripture
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| Just like the frozen moments in every picture
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| No less than a hundred percent, that’s what I give-ta
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| And on any quest to be the best in my center
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| Scarin a regime that lasted for many years
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| Wash 'em down like Crown and beers, cheers
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| Here’s a toast to a new westcoast brigadere
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| They hate from a distance but then smile when they near
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| Really in fear — I wanna make this landmark with my trademark
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| Beam my shinin light on all those who stay dark
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| In the mind, searchin, seekin you’ll find
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| What’s been right, in front of your face all the time
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| For example; |
| I grew up in a city of scandal
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| I knew that nothin was iller than the drum and piano
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| The commando, bada la sio de la Los Angel
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| With Xzibit I told you that my +Business+ I gotta +Handle+
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| So I gamble, I rap for my mighty old camel
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| With a touch of elequence like a mahogany panel
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| Wood grain, every line I feed the brain food
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| Pick or choose the degree’ll abuse, while the noose’ll loose
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| So when you look into my eyes, you won’t see no funny guy
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| Just a serious side, that can’t no money buy
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| When you look into my eyes and you see my physi-cal
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| You’ll see maximum dedication to the men-tal
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| So when you look into my eyes, you won’t see mini-mal
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| Some brothers is righteous, some crimi-nal, what is it now?
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| Do we all stand up the same?
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| Do we all fare equal in this life of game?
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| I don’t think so, the color of the skin makes one unequal
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| And what is now was once then, divided people
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| No justice, when a cop prejudges
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| How many cops dump Glocks when a man just budges?
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| The budgets, are bigger with devils than in the ghettos
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| Senior citizens blowin their checks at the Meadows
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| On the three horse, a pint of Jack
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| Skip a three-course meal, and wash away the pain he feel
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| Imagine going to war for a country, and when ya get back
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| You can’t work (what?) for none of they companies
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| They try to chump me, loan sharks are feedin me money
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| I’m so hungry, the American Dream, it ain’t that lovely
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| «Look. |
| into my eyes and…»
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| «…all you see…» [--- Mr. Eon
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| Cuz if I could, I’d give ten meals to every hood
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| Make sure the children eat well and live good
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| Make sure the mothers and the fathers got figures
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| So they don’t have to smoke away the pain or drink the liquor
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| I’m a brand new nigga in this matrix game
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| And incase you didn’t know, revolution mean change
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| So I’mma change what I can for the grown man
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| Tell the world I feed my family with my own hands
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| Let 'em know oh fo' sho' that nigga Herut pro
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| Fuckin up ya brain, like the whitest of blow
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| On the go, I gotta reach all my goals
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| And word to M.O.P. |
| like +Ice+ I’m straight +Cold+ nigga |