| Yeah, drop it, uh, come on.
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| 21st century
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| My people workin 24/7 for 24 carats of gold
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| With 21 grams I’ve sold, I’m 28 years old
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| By the time you hear this rhyme I might have turned 29, 'cause
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| Time flies to 21 thousand feet
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| I’m in a hurry, spit 20 some rhymes per beat
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| 'Cause pretty soon the human race will be obsolete
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| And all our so-called leaders do is just talk so sweet
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| The facts forbidden my tracks are hidden
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| It flows laxative, but lacks the rhythm
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| Talking 'bout economics, politics plus religion
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| It all equals what they want us to give’em
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| And now they standing there, getting theirs but getting 'nuttin
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| They probably can’t spell love only more production
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| That suction, pointing out core corruption
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| But I’m obstructing their laws (So what’s up then)
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| Hit me with 41 shots from a Glock 21 hand-gun
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| My grandma said she had that hell of a grandson
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| With 21 albums, if anyone asked
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| They took my life but couldn’t find my 21 chika grams I’ve sold
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| (With each man must hold)
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| Stay in the zone
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| ('Til he dead and gone)
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| It’s hard to keep the faith
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| (So all my people say)
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| Only love can ease the pain, c’mon
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| With 21 grams I’ve sold
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| (With each man must hold)
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| Stay in the zone
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| ('Til he dead and gone)
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| It’s hard to keep the faith
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| (So all my people say)
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| Only love can ease the pain,(ease the pain)
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| Some people carry the weight of the world on their shoulder
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| With so much grace, you pray for them not to fall over
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| Some fold under the pressure depressed by heavy drugs
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| Some get the load of their chest with lead slugs
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| Some let their best years pass, stressing for tons of cash
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| Then pass away with 'nuttin but 21 grams
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| And some believe Fox news, some in religous rules
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| Like entrance at the pearly gates was for us to choose
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| Someone to control, my body and soul
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| So they told us we could never make it on our own (They dead wrong)
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| Someone to be picture perfect amputies
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| Weight watchin anorectics blinded by TV
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| Some can’t sleep 'cause their pounding heartbeat
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| With minded my milligrams to the vein will make the pain leave
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| Others walk lighthearted tell the day they drop
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| Were singin «All you need is love» but all we got is 21 chika grams I’ve sold
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| (With each man must hold)
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| Stay in the zone
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| ('Til he dead and gone)
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| It’s hard to keep the faith
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| (So all my people say)
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| Only love can ease the pain, c’mon
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| With 21 grams I’ve sold
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| (With each man must hold)
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| Stay in the zone
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| ('Til he dead and gone)
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| It’s hard to keep the faith
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| (So all my people say)
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| Only love can ease the pain,(ease the pain)
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| 21st century, life style western way
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| Where the best gets paid and the rest gets slayed
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| If not yesterday, you gon’be dead this day
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| My people trying out (There's gotta be a better way)
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| 'Cause you know, they do everything they can to feed you nonsense
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| But the beat is pumpin’so yo we need 'nuttin
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| More than love in the warmin’sun
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| When it’s cold outside you and me form as one, and live on This song is just so and so long
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| But we’ll be here 25 to life and beyond
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| I see it coming clearer perfect 20/20 vision
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| Evil souls try to murder my ambition
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| But this shit is destined from the beginning
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| Yo, can’t do nothing about it and in the end
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| The weight of your total knowledge is none
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| But the sum of all souls probably weighs a ton
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| 21 chika grams I’ve sold
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| (With each man must hold)
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| Stay in the zone
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| ('Til he dead and gone)
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| It’s hard to keep the faith
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| (So all my people say)
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| Only love can ease the pain, c’mon
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| With 21 grams I’ve sold
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| (With each man must hold)
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| Stay in the zone
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| ('Til he dead and gone)
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| It’s hard to keep the faith
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| (So all my people say)
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| Only love can ease the pain,(ease the pain)
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| (Outro)
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| 21 gun salute and when each man must shoot
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| To reap the fruit in a three peace suite
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| We must defeat the hate
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| All my people say
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| Only love can ease the pain
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| With 21 gun salute (When each man must shoot)
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| To reap the fruit (In a three-peace suite)
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| We must defeat the hate (So all my people say)
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| Love can ease the pain |