| I’m thinkin' to myself all these problems I’m dealin' with
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| Lord knows I ain’t the only one feelin' it
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| The world is going crazy got me caught in a whirlwind
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| Like Hurricane Katrina comin' back with a girlfriend
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| I’m standing on the plot, Detroit doing the Errol Flynn
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| Propheices coming true, must be the end of the world
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| And it make me wanna pick up a Bible and start readin' it
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| We already in hell, so Jesus we needin' it
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| Uuuuh like Master P, Oh pastor please I spit the blasphemy
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| For all the niggas on the block chasin after cheese
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| I’m first in Line, You after me
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| I can’t take it anymore, seeing dope fiends, relapse and shakin' on the floor
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| And the panic starts to set in just like before
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| Who gives a fuck if the planets at war? |
| It’s the N of tha World.
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| What do you do when you hungry and you gotta eat
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| And the only way you know to live is from the streets
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| Peep, the whole situations getting deep
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| I wouldn’t go to sleep (Cause it’s the End of the World!) x2
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| It’s the N of the World
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| The sky is falling, I hear the gods callin, we supposed to be brawlin'
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| The goverments fallen, presidents can’t lead
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| We need to legalize weed, I’m blown off speed
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| Pass me the rock sheeet
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| My eyes so red that they look like the bleed, We leave by greed
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| Shits so crazy, hoes blow me like a category five hurricane
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| They give good head, but they ain’t got no brains
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| Sniff cocaine to ease pain, OD’d off of Thorazaine
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| I’m stiff out my mind main
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| It’s the end of the line, end of the road, I’m insane
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| Shit, I can’t take it anymore, seeing dope fiends, relapse and shakin' on the
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| floor
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| And the panic starts to set in just like before
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| Who gives a fuck if the planets at war? |
| It’s the N of tha World.
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| Aw shit, the N-A-T-A-S
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| The N of the World and shit is at it’s craziest
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| And I’m 'bout to flip right with it
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| I knew it was coming like I’m on some psychic shit
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| But hey I think I’m big enough to suffocate ya'
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| Worldwide Murder, courtesy of mother nature
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| Nah, how you gon' stop this shit?
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| I’m a demon whose visions are apocalyptic
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| The demon of the free world hate black people
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| Damn, only the devil is that evil
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| Pray your last day don’t come with a boom
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| NATAS, the end of the world coming soon
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| Oh shit, I can’t take it anymore, seeing dope fiends, relapse and shakin' on
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| the floor
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| And the panic starts to set in just like before
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| Who gives a fuck if the planets at war? |
| It’s the N of tha World.
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| Must be the end of the world cause the WicketShit is back again
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| The sky is falling and the hemosphere is cracking in
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| I’m thinking Tsuanmi, tha Black Oragami, I’m prayin' for my mommy
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| Dont suicide bomb me
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| Too much death and destruction all around me
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| And I’m still in Detroit, in the hood is where you’ll find me
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| Quit adding to the problem and get a new solution
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| The people of New Orleans are thinking Revolution
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| I’m thinkin' better ways, better times, better days
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| Better get your cheddar is what them hustlas used to like to say
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| But we all better pray
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| Cause these motherfuckin' gas prices going up everyday
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| Shit, I can’t take it anymore, seeing dope fiends, relapse and shakin' on the
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| floor
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| And the panic starts to set in just like before
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| Who gives a fuck if the planets at war? |
| It’s the N of tha World. |