| My nigga Pep Nitty put game in my ear
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| Said he welcome the angel of death with no fear
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| But he still got love on his heel and God’s will
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| So until life reveal it’s secrets he gon' build and rebuild
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| While I write my architectural digests
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| I keep in mind time is just an illusion
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| Evolution, I’m only human, but soon in touch
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| With the outer reaches, to each his own
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| You might find that when you peep this song
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| Or walkin down the ave when the heat is on
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| You might find at the end of your rope with no hope
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| And can’t settle for lyin to yourself no more, nope
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| I welcome any challenge that fall from the mountains
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| And don’t make excuses when I’m caught off balance (nah)
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| I take it as a blessing that a lesson was learned
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| Another weapon in my arsenal to threaten the world
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| Cause while the earth keep spinnin and maintain polarity
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| Both sides of the coin destroy you as a casualty (actually)
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| Or take you on a ride to heights never imagined
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| In your wildest, childish, self-indulgence get you pulverized
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| I’m starin at the sun while you close your eyes |
| A new situation, one more disguise, but I’m fortified
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| Like Organized — «Crush, kill, destroy, STRESS»
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| Ignore the lies and soar through the skies while you mortified
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| People stay a-round like a ring
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| I foreseen when I was a teen I’d rise like steeeeeeam
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| No matter what life brings
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| I’m on the brink of somethin big, I devise my dreeeeeam
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| And joy come with the sting
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| The smile and the frown, the ying and the yang it seeeeeeem
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| That life and death are the same
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| And what remains is love and it’s standing alone beaaaaming
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| Miguel, batter up, strikeout
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| Or hit a home run and the fans all SHOOOOOOOOOUT
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| You know what I’m talkin about
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| Failure or success and major clout is a myth
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| And got my niggas chasin a wish
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| Gettin dead on a Cadillac just to get a win
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| But the good life, like they got good hair
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| And all we do is hate ours, complain and stare and sit
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| In the same deck apartment
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| And waste away another day in the compartment
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| But they free, and don’t know they have what they need
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| A seed planted in the granite indeed will be a tree |
| (and that’s right y’all, yeah)
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| We gon' sing, we gon' fly, in due time we all gon' shine
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| I’ve got yours, you’ve got mine, it’s all love when we combine
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| We gon' sing, we gon' fly, in due time we all gon' shine
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| I’ve got yours, you’ve got mine, it’s all love you know the time
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| We gon' sing. |