| Cat don’t be tripping
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| Because that’s the way you wanted it
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| That’s the way you got it
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| That’s the way it’s gonna be
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| That’s just the way it is
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| Word is bond
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| When shots get fired I’m the first to respond
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| And if niggas don’t correspond, to the same logical shit I’m on
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| They get dragged from Queens to Lafond to Haggard back to Plymouth
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| See that rapper?
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| Him a myth, soon as he opens his mouth, gimmick
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| Let’s chop him up
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| Place him in the frozen section at Symick’s
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| So when someone sees part of his face
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| When they shopping they can go cynic
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| I bring heart up in the place to keep shit popping, ain’t no limits
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| Plus I swing from the start in this race, I’ll beat you to the finish
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| I drove to Venice, L.A., San Francisco and back to Chicago
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| Ask about if niggas don’t give me shit where ever I go
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| You can not throw blows at my direction without me flexing
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| So either shoot me
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| Or hit me with your Lexus at the intersection
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| Offense Defense Pretense
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| Picture holy scriptures travel brochures The Cuban Connect'
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| Plus New York to your research to knowledge evident without being there
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| I told the devil I was the master black he disappeared
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| Existence do get twisted by the view of visualizing
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| Brain tumor penetrating your mental state and sooner then
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| Man woman and child collapse back providing time gaps
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| Creation was partaken
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| Leaving your soul shaken
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| Everything is Everything Yeaaaa
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| Everything is Everything Yeaaaa
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| Everything is Everything Yeaaaa
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| Everything is Everything Yeaaaa
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| A fist full of quarters leads to disqualification
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| But a fist full of dollars be the shit that’s running the nation
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| My name has been connect with the underground heads
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| The movements and the unknown rebels that dwell there
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| And up stairs we got brothers on the Play Station
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| Destruction Derby 2 is cool but I prefer the Raiden
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| When the beat’s bass hit and the vibe is created
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| I stick it into brothers as the liquid leave them sedated
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| What the fuck you saying? |
| Man you trying to intercept
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| Better stamp on your check by the brothers up in the stands
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| Pass through the jungle and come dwell amongst the tribe
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| Enter the ciph' and get to meet General Woundwart live
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| I discovered ill recipes without the ride on Ecstasy
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| Fantasizing I’d have three wives sleeping next to me
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| Eventually, organize the equity
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| Get the homestead steady
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| Credit to trust in me, some partial child custody
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| It beckons me
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| Keeps testing me
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| I strangle the jeopardy driven snakes that bathe in the leprosy
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| Heavily weighed in
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| Dumbfounded by the destiny
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| I’m trying to surround my life, with factors that’s fresh to me
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| Everything is Everything Yeaaaa
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| Everything is Everything Yeaaaa
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| Everything is Everything Yeaaaa
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| Everything is Everything Yeaaaa
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| It takes a certain type of power to lead people into light
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| And that same power used negatively could lead 'em to fight
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| So let’s use it right to avoid losing another life
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| Humans is supposed to be tight
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| Let’s unite and go cruising tonight
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| This one goes out to all my cats and peeps
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| Who have to use gats for heat
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| Others bust they caps on sheets
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| Or rap to compete
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| And try to be street corner performers
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| Lack a little bit on free’s then practice when it gets warmer
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| I’ll ask a former band mate if he can relate
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| To the sure-shot, 100% pure pop in a pipe that rotates
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| I can move at a slow rate but it take longer to do things
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| I’m trying to do things now
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| Can’t deal with my mood swings
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| Yo!
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| Where was you at
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| In the back building with Arafat
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| Terrorizing on platforms
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| No more black form stature
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| Static I manifest break hard to capture
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| My lifestyle cool but I be the first one to react pure
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| My mental transcends many forms and categories
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| Murder stories winter flurry vision blurry can you see we?
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| I Self Divine 3D
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| Black needy Christians
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| Need a christening to see the visions that penetrate my facade
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| Weekly, then sit back and meditate chant the mantra
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| Break out fast and catch the martyr
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| Smoke a spliff and punk them niggers for a starter
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| It don’t make a difference how rich you get to be. |
| How much your chairs and
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| tables cost. |
| How great your luxury. |
| It ain’t home to you though it be the
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| palace of a king. |
| Until somehow your soul is sort of wrapped 'round everything
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| Everything is Everything Yeaaaa
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| Everything is Everything Yeaaaa
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| Everything is Everything Yeaaaa
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| Everything is Everything Yeaaaa
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| «Some folks think money means everything. |
| But there’s a lot of folks who got a
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| lot of money. |
| And don’t have no piece of mind.» |