| Yeah
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| Ay, now this was written for the underbelly
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| Those who live smelly
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| Rise everyday inside the mind
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| We watch the telly
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| Hit me on the celly
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| Let em' know what is the dilly
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| But don’t you say too much the FBI can tap it really
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| Feel me in the crutch
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| I hold a dutch
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| Stomach grumble much
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| You out of touch
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| You lost your feelin'
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| Life i live the fullest
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| Duckin' bullets from the ceilin'
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| It’s always rainin' hail around my way
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| But still
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| They wanna stop this
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| But y’all done told me keep em' chillin'
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| Every single day I find, I’m witchu
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| Read a book,
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| Every single day I find, I’m witchu
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| Life is good, ain’t as hard as it looks
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| Every single day I find, I’m witchu
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| Think of you, always help me get through
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| Think of you, always help me get through
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| Now all glory be to god
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| Throughout these blocks and boulevards
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| We hustle to these beats
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| And speak on rhythm
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| We stare out at the stars
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| Thinkin' god can’t be that far
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| I’m walkin' tall
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| While handlin' a
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| The future large
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| The giant in the crystal ball
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| You gaze into my
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| And see the morals me
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| The cycles just revolve
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| Its hard when all our courses lead to
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| Of course its safe to leap
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| Its only fear that make us pause
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| You try to stop the
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| Like i told 'em
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| Get the
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| Everybody got a mission
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| But nobody follow orders
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| Pushers on the corner
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| Sellin' demons to our daughters
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| Politicians schemin'
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| Gettin' money
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| War is on the rise in this new world without the order
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| Someone asked me, 'where is god?'
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| I said god is
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| in the children, in the women, in the men
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| With many tones of skin
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| But are we listenin'?
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| Cause changes roll around
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| When this existense meets its end
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| We try to stop this
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| But no, the spirit never ends
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| We try to stop this
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| But no, the spirit never ends |