| Word up, I’m blazin this out to all my comrades
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| Yanamean? |
| From the slums of New York, to the gutters all over the world
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| This is for y’all…
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| Through my travels I try to take righteous steps
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| Because right or left could mean life or death
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| No matter how trife it get, my sights is set
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| But it’s twice the threat when the? |
| nights is death?
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| My mental windows refuse to close, they get exposed
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| To the neighborhood info where the poison wind blows
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| A deadly plague spreadin negativity, viciously
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| Unto every city be in ghetto misery
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| Don’t let it get to me, the writer be left to die
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| But it get mesmerize if it catch your eye
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| Shines enormous, from pure revered Kool’s and garments
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| But it’s torment, jealousy drug wars or warring
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| Tallying, slowly turnin into barbarians
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| More scary when the whole boulevard’s carryin
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| Livin in the world of sin, my ghetto girls and men
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| Waiting for the world to end
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| Tryin to paint a perfect picture and excel
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| In case you didn’t know
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| Never movin backwards
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| Complicated
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| Know what I mean?
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| I see destruc-tion, even little kids trust none
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| They bust guns, that’s what they get a rush from
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| When I see em, we build and have a real discussion
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| Yo Ra, what’s the jewel of the day? |
| What up, son
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| You got ambition? |
| Shorty said, Man listen
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| I got demands for livin, can’t stand division
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| Make grands on my mission, till everything glisten
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| Women in the Expedition, no plans for prison
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| In a vision the city get, 2 milleni G Sittin in my MSC sippin Hennesy
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| Gettin high, and watch life pass me by So I asked him why, wit a fast reply
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| He said I’m livin just to die without any feelings
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| So I wait here for my Maker till it’s time to go Wit this dime I know
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| Wit all of her girls and all of my mens
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| Waitin for the world to end
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| Shorty was taught to keep his head to the sky, and never cry
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| But the streets left him to die, now it’s death in his eye
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| Livin a sin of hitmen, a sinister grin
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| From be-ginning to end, in it to win
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| Evil rebels, doin what we doin in the ghetto
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| Thinkin if we was thorough we can deceive the devil
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| You can’t win, your life be end, try again
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| Shorty said, Why we born again to die again?
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| That’s what I said when I realized I had a gift
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| To uplift and be one of Allah’s advocates
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| Teach the youth and speak the truth
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| Show em what peace can do when? |
| ill? |
| reach for you
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| And my reward won’t be jewels or cheese, it’s even better
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| I can be one of the greatest MC’s ever
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| If I tell em they intelligent women and great men
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| And live, stop waitin for the world to end
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| I’m ragin, rippin up the stage an'
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| Don’t it sound amazin, know what I mean?
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| Don’t it sound amazin, know what I mean?
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| Rakim |