| You won’t believe the things I’ve seen
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| Far beyond your wildest dreams
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| I’ve seen chaos and order reign supreme
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| I’ve seen the beauty of the uni-
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| -verse so peaceful and serene
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| In seconds turn to violence and screams
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| I’ve seen true genius, too often elude the meaningless
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| Appreciation of this mediocre nation
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| I’ve heard the mindless repetition, of empty words without tradition
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| Turn original verbs into submission
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| I smelled this malignerance addiction, but I guess I wouldn’t be right
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| If I said the blunt was like a baby pipe
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| THERE AIN’T GON' BE NO REVOLUTION TONIGHT
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| Half my warriors as high as a kite
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| Lost and they lost all they fight
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| And I’ve tasted, the bitter tragedy of lives wasted
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| And men who glimpsed the darkness inside, but never faced it
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| And it’s a shame that most of y’all are followin sheep
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| Wallowin deeper than the darkness, you’re fallin asleep
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| Chorus One
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| I’ve seen and experienced things
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| That’ll push the average to the edge and swan dive to death
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| I’m two guys, multiplied by ninety-three guys
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| Evenly balanced seein evil equally in each eye now
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| Maybe I’m the most thorough worker on the job to you
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| Or maybe I’m the one, who was plottin to rob you
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| The fear of this beatdown, no women or no cash to floss
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| Makes most of y’all hustle ya ass off
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| From nothin to two mill', in five years I’ll live to see it
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| Vanish in six months, with no tears believe it
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| I’ll rock, twenty-eight years before the Feds can lay a trace
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| See they plan is to erase me, just to replace me
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| Chorus Two: Ming Xia
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| LIKE, your heart is warring with your brain
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| Emotional or reason, now which one do you obey?
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| LIKE, somebody callin you insane
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| When overwhelmed and blessed, bursting tears of happiness
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| Yo, yo, I’ve seen relationships that’s so sick
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| Life long friendships so cha-o-tic
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| Thug cat bangin his chick but won’t kiss
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| Drinkin her spit, when coppin a fix for dope bliss
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| I got a knife and a bat, to bust your brain, put the knife in your back
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| Once in the Life I was trifling like that
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| Like my man Troy, who lost his days
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| Shootin dice on worldly ways
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| And ended up in a early grave
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| Because once in a lifetime is rough
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| Twice in a lifetime you combat the ghosts of mistrust
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| Mentally cuffed, thrust by a cop thinkin he tough
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| You bust, Amadou Diallo is us, and what
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| Now I’m on my knees, beggin GOD PLEASE
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| SAVE ME FROM THE FIRES OF HELL
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| LET WATER WATER SOUL PREVAIL — cause I can’t take no more
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| Who’s that knockin, at, my door?
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| Is that you, Pete from Cobb’s Creek, who died in his sleep?
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| We was playin for fun, now it’s keeps
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| Like my man Mark I beat to death wrapped in a carpet
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| And left in the garbage, damn now that’s cold-hearted
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| Ask Book he saw it, «Yo black I ain’t seen shit!
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| Kids in the 6, they flip for nonsense»
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| Poke an icepick, smokin that sniff, coke to preschool fool
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| And packin a tool, fuck you Mom Dukes it’s cool
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| Chorus One + Chorus Two |