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You gotta get up off of that Bullshit... stop fighting that
feeling(x4) (Imani) Let me entertain you And Interphaze you, with the new sound the sound is the "cyde" And the PHAR is the "CYDE" And no matter who you are, you know you can't HYDE! not from the eyes of the sun nor the moon nor the stars! no matter who you are! So come in and commence to the sound of my drummin You gotta get up off of that Bullshit... stop fighting that feeling(x4) (Slim Kid 3) Time to go all the way with it Don't just sit there and stare or play with it cause were committed to the seeds of the new breeds the Motha Ship of dreams where fiendz breast feeds step thru reality into reality so surreal you feel you never knew reality until it stood still now your far from a lie when the truth tantalizes ya eyes see we'z already in the skies or outer space standing here on the face of this earth to the state to the grid of my turf where my mom gave birth to all that she loves be it small to othersbut yo its bigger than love they did a cross examination of it but you can't duplicate the stae of our relations thru translations that's not the ticket breaking code in Heiroglyphics trying to get down to the specifics You gotta get up off of that Bullshit... stop fighting that feeling(x4) (Bootie Brown) Yo! when money talks fools are always checkin' depositing their two cents Foolishly convinced blinded by their ignorance that becomes a hinderance for them to rise When you going to recognize, time waits for no man when you going to stand and... Get up offa that Bullshit, stop fighting that feeling You gotta get up off of that Bullshit... stop fighting that feeling(x4) (Suave) Yo, Yo, now let me change the topic just a bit talk about the iahp's with the fat ass and tits Comin' to the club looking for a star ain't got ten dollars for a drink at the bar scoping around looking for the best dressed, smelling for the indo passing up the stress sniff sniff yo what does the iahp smell A brotha like Suave with pockets that swell action was thrown the iahp was blown next thing you know I had her at my home all alone object to get paid the only thing that happened was her ass got laid Now no end and her ass was sprung Used a little tongue but believe I'm well hung So listen, a lesson well learned for all you club hopping ho's It ain't about the stardom and it ain't about the dough So... You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit (x6) Stop fighting that feeling |
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| 2. |
| 4:19 |
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(Imani)
"None of that's true" We do it not you That' why I got you stuck on to my style like glue! The crew definitely is back again but I'm back to win so just tell a friend that I'm still twisting and bending minds and rhymes until the very end with the rhymes and the loops stomping out wack troops in my big black boots collecting respect and the loot! From the way I grab the microphone and execute, "iahp's" think I'm cute (Bootie Brown) (SAY WHAT?) Yo man, I pay them no attention I stay deep into the cut cause I leave the tricks alone cause my name is not David Copper-Filled pockets, never net a man who don't hate it so let it be stated niggas couldn't fade it with an edit, and Xerox M.C.'s are pathetic, they tryin' to duplicate but their comin' out synthetic the name is Bootie Brown and phony M.C.'s forget it. (X2) Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre We do it this way We do it this way (Fatlip) I step toward the MIC grinnin' the lyrical imperial award winnin' rhymes like a balloon that got a pin in it because my shit be poppin' like gin & juice I seduce these iahps to get loose when I'm droppin' these rhymes on drums like my nigga Def Jef my style is more unknown than what happens after death I come fresh like your breath after your brush wack MC's like that orange soda got crushed (Slim Kid3) Well it's apparent that many are so transparent you can't believe ya eyes when ya starin it's ghostly and mostly the wise who yeah they just run these games before ya eyes to tell you lies framed in gold glitter for many moons I've been a go getter took miles of manure from the purest bullshitters now them mutha fuckas ain't wit us to get us m-walk shake the cut through their neutro-transmitter (X2) Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre We do it this way We do it this way (Imani) You must respect me because I come directly from my internal while my eternal infernos steadily towering and over-powering all sour sounding wishin' wishy-washy competition definitely wack and lackin' and stable ammunition change ya mission men and listen my way your salutations get no validations just rejections and ejections outta my Hitachi (Slim Kid3) Come on and taste the real step on inside and confide in the feel I reside by steel waters just a gear on the wheel no fear on the steel just a son of Jiva who won't leave my field |
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| 3. |
| 5:12 |
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(Bootie Brown)
I was standing, one of the cast of many I would give anything to swing hand in hand with her But it was just a blur I couldn't blame her, why give up fortune and the fame for a nigga who can barely afford his name So the dame kept aim at the stars I'm often thinking about her when I'm waitin on calls across the border Made sure my rhymes in order cause that moment could be near and it was Now my attorney is tellin' me to sign here So I appear and perform international The time came she stepped to me I thought rational But she knew I wanted it she walked around and flaunted it like a peacock I knocked the Reebok Now she jock Blowin up the Pactel and the doorbell Had to check myself as well love boat won't sail Cause I'm not captain let them know from the start I let you break me off but I won't let you break my heart (Slim Kid3) So I'm surrounded by bitchery now this is the most incredible shit in Slim Kid history So watch if you will the moment some good shit pops and they be foggin up ya grill Overly thrilled to get you in ya ass like massingil Still burnin shit now and I'm still learnin how not to fuck With ya baby or make ya my old lady You just overcasting ya ass is shady tryin to block the sunlight with all of that hype and now I'm discontinue'n All of this pipe that I've been layin as long as you keep swayin to anotha crew's tempo I gotta let you go and that's simple so get it through ya two temples because I'm tryin' to live fatter than a blimp ho and you're exempt and I won't symp on a write off So step out my world and turn the light off (Fat Lip) She was my high school sweetheart down from start When all I had was high hopes my health and my art But when I got fame she became unsure If I could still feel the same when I came off tour I said "for sure" cuz what God gave us, girl, I'm grateful No need to be insecure baby your nigga's faithful So now I'm off doin' dates in a gang of states And as my status elevates I see the baddest eights At the backstage gate lookin' great straight waitin for a nigga so now I figure "Hey I only live once I'm goin' all out today" Made a call out to L.A. to say what had to say... Now I get back the very next week only to learn the tables turned like a technique twelve hundred Last thing in the world that I wanted was my girl goin' out every night gettin blunted And zooted with a clique of well known reputed groupie hos from all the hip hop shows Backstage with her little backpack tryin to get chose By anotha nigga with talent wealth and fame Oh I suppose I guess I got myself to blame for turnin her out into a hip hop freak Now I seek counseling from a therapist twice a week (Imani) So let me speak about the freak So let me speak about the freak Instantly she made another selection because he was in the lime plus had the money connection "correction" "way more paid" is why she laid and played A charade in the game of deception This Miss-mysterious mistress is just an actress of the mattress cuz she's a wanna be mack-tress Well built-but equipped with the tackiest of tactics And I hate it why this is dedicated to all of them type of women who still be swimming Lost and confused in the lake of illusion with no values is why they're constantly losin' |
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| 4. |
| 4:56 |
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Can't keep runnin' away.....
Verse One: Fat Lip I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk and a chump or a sucka or something to that effect Respect I usedto never get when all I got was upset when niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried to seat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I can recall crip niggas throwin' c in my face down the hall I'm kickin' it in the back of the school eatin' chicken at three, wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me I tried to talk and tell tham chill I did nothing to deserve this But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real nervous and unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt cuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own Fuck around with Fatlip yes ya get blown I'm not tryin to show no macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on! Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre There comes a time in every mans life when he's gotta handle up on his own Can't depend on friends to help you in a sqeeze, please they got problems of their own Down for the count on seven chickens shits don't get to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear zones Used to get jacked back in high school I played it cool just so some real shit won't get full blown Being where I'm from they let the smoke come quicker than an evil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure And as a victim I invented low-key til the keyhole itself got lower than me So I stood up and let my free form form free I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze in other words just freeze Verse Three: Knumbskull #1 It's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders heavy as boulders but I told ya till the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told ya and that's all I showed ya and all this calamity is rippin' my sanity Can it be I'm a celebrity whose on the brink of insanity Now don't be wishin's of switchin' any positions with me cuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy to do any type of maintaining cuz all this gaming and famin' from entertainin' is hella straining to the brain and... But I can't keep runnin I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'... |
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| 5. |
| 5:16 |
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(Slim Kid3)
I guess everybody needs somebody to love You can't keep love lonely Cause being naive to it you can just lose it like that See kisses for bruises don't make it heal back It be's the sex appeal that's from the next And not necessarily the sex And one might appeal to the intellect having a greater affect on how they feelin stimulating breakin down their shields for the real and as it stands mysteriously Curiosity it kills the cat and Offsets them mentally so they're trapped in Behind these fantasies with no action Searchin for a remedy Now she loves her man but there is just a different type of chemistry That flairs when her desire's on fire Quick is the fuse anotha love's for hire (2X) And she said... It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight so I granted her wish (Fatlip) I was high like the vocal tone of my nigga Bootie Brown decided to take a ride to see what's really goin' down Up on the northside of town Of course I bought the quarter pound of bomb hemp feelin' alright like Johnny Kemp On a Friday night lookin' right cuz' my shit is tight blazin' blunts to city lights on Sunset and Crescent Heights Bounce to the House of Blues then I slid in free With tennis shoes, sweatshirt, jeans and no ID Soon as I step inside the plizace I recognize the fizace Of an epp wit an izass more amazin' than grace So I waste no time to kick my line I say "How ya doin'" she says "Hey I'm doin' fine" So I commence to mackin to baby to see what's crackin So maybe I get her back at the cabin and start attackin Threw back a shot of yack and started jabber and jibben Fibbin and adlibbin just to get her to my crib then We was chilling on the bed bumpin some Isley Thought I was about to spread the thighs but she surprised me When she said "oh like that? You know I don't get down" I know my homies gonna clown cause I let her stick around when... She said... It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight so I granted her wish (T. Hardson) Now Daddy's home But she's been waitin all night So we could be alone This is an everyday thing so we hang out by the phone Tryin to build something real Working fingertips to the bone So much love's gone astray that it won't be comin home No time soon So I dance with the silhouettes beneath the moon And she said if satisfaction's guaranteed Nothin else could come between the flight of a new love baby Yeah, maybe we could be cool Instead of sharin' this here ship with the fools... You know ? (that) ... Right now... right now... right now... right now... Baby... Right now... right now... right now... baby... And she said I'll give you the world if you want it Yeah, I'll give you the world if you need it baby If you got to have it And she said You know that she said And she said She said And she said She said And she said She said, I'll give you the world if you want it I'll give you the world if you need it ... |
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| 6. |
| 2:58 |
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Rollin herbals for the verbals. Extractions and Distractions.
If I had another sack I would roll it up, I would light it up, then I would pass it around (4x) Joints. Blunts (blunts). and a Bong (bong). Any which way, I can never go wrong. (wrong) Smoke bud (herb) all night (night), all day (day), all night (night). Whatever time. (time) It's the right time for me. (right) You know what time it is. I'm down with tha P-H-A-R-Cyde (Can you?) To rock up in you - I got the microphone. I twist you and burn you and bend you like sinew. Back. Run away, run away. I don't understand (various adlibs) No more teachers. No more bitches. No more hoes, and that's how it goes. I want some leathers and a coupe and a house full of loot that'll make ya just gotta get a scoop. Check. 'Spect. I want a Check. I want some 'Spect. |
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| 7. |
| 3:31 |
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I gotta kick somethin that means somethin
somethin that means somethin somethin that means somethin I gotta kick somethin that means somethin (Romye) Wasn't a black prophet wasn't in it for the profit had a talk with Charlie Brown, he was like "yo man get off it" It's a business the record companies are quick to end the fantasy your trapped in and he tapped in my frequency now I'm frequently going over such and such ends that such and such owes It's later for the fly girls and hoes cause in this capitalistic society money is all fuck continuing college, I was too small to play ball so I grabbed the MIC device never thought about it twice If you think this is a game nigga you better think twice... I gotta kick somethin that means somethin somethin somethin that means somethin somethin that means somethin (Tre) Time is just a faze and life is just a riddle like if you build a twinkie there's a man in the middle with a chick on the side that's along for the fun so I see her as a stallion and I ride everyone, ban together if your in the same level most of us are free based on bring rebels fightin causes against the devil in the heart of round meadows either verbally or with the silhouettes eyes cold as dark parks or steel metal the world is never settle cause it rotates like ho cakes under glass, it's all about ya future yet it's all about ya past like how many faces did ya mold in ya mask before your free at last eye ask, to be or not people like ta see ya rot and die somethin that means somethin I gotta kick somethin that means somethin somethin somethin that means somethin (Fatlip) I'm the "F" the "A" the "T" the "L" the "I" the "P" and everything I say be either fat or fly You best believe I put in time to conceive Deep concentration from sunrise to eve and even in my sleep sometimes rhymes formulate free form, lyrical storms falling from a cloudy brain in my dream like state Then I awake to make these silly saps collapse as I dilapidate the wack When it comes to rhymes I'm kind of like a mack I got these flows strollin up and down the track so the dough I stack up in piles and piles For my lyrical creation travel miles and miles to reach my destination Been through so many trials and many tribulations but I do this shit, I do this shit, I do this shit for the people of my nation I gotta kick somethin that means somethin somethin that means somethin I gotta kick somethin that means somethin somethin that means somethin |
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| 5:36 |
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Bootie Brown:
Let me freak the funk, obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells I jet propel at a rate that complicate their mental state as I invade their masquerade they couldn't fade with a clipper blade 10 years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it I let you take a swing, and you bunted for an easy out, I leave MCs with doubt of exceeding, my name is Bootie Brown and I'm proceeding, leading, they try to follow but they're shallow and hollow I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E. they have no key, or no clue to the game at all now they washed up hung out to dry standing looking stupid wondering why (why man?) it was the fame, that they tried to get now they walking around talkin about represent and keep it real, but I got to appeal cause they existing in a fantasy when holding the steel Slim Kid 3: rock a bye baby, listen to your heart beat pumping to a fine ravine of all things it's a vain of a shrine all missions impossible are possible, cause I'm heading for a new sector 365 days fron now, I'll wipe the sweat from my eye and each and every true will stick, or fall from the skies of my cloud nine from homies all the way to chicks, no matter how fine controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind you hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying tear after tear in the puppet man's hands every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance and the worlds at a stand-still deep in broken mansville trapped in the moat with an anvil, still killing yourself, and dogging ya health you ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself Knumbskull #1: (shit is-shit is ill) through my will my flow still will spill toxic slick to shock sick like electrocute when I execute, acutely over the rhythm on those that pollute, extra dosages is what I gotta give em got em mad and tremblin cause I been up in my lab assemblin misslies, to bomb the enemy because they envy me, and the making of my mad currency currently I think we're in a state of an emergency cause niggas done sold their souls, and now their souls is hollow and I think they can't follow they can't swallow, the truth because it hurts this is how I put it down, this is my earth, my turf the worth of my birth is a billion, and you know what time it is I'm going to make a million |
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(Slim Kid3)
Beam me up Scottie not as to where I have no control of my body tweaking diodes I walk the roads like karate masters most the time my mind be ghost like Casper sinkin faster But coming up in this shit sometimes I'm alienated under rated suckas hate it that I made it as a misfit But you know if the shoe fit's Im'a wear it like a glass slipper Hike to the big dipper dip like a skipper not top could be tipper (say what?) but fools be tryin to rape friends to make friends And that's one big twisted ass picture like Jack the ripper Caught up in the net like Flipper on a tuna protest yeah Where's the focus got me fuckin with these friends and they're crackin my lens and now shit be'z foul as a mutha Word to my sistas and my brothas and my color (2X) Hey you... Can I take up a moment of your precious time to realize and define the whole truth... Hey you... Yeah take up a moment and clarify this for you (Imani) Because of my high altitude the attitude of this one dude was just so lewd that he was viewed as rude and pursued by the CYDE -- he was booed and chewed like food in the feud Ending a career way shorter than an interlude and dude The word I heard is that your vision is blurred That's why you speackin the word so absurd BUT you get exactly what you deserve As I hit and you swerve to hit the curb Cuz you be totally guilty of the filthy type phrasing faltering for sure under pressure Overhype and amazing Hey you... Can I take up a moment of your precious time to realize and define the whole truth Hey you... Yeah take up a moment and clarify this for you Hey you... Can I take up a moment of your precious time to realize and define the whole truth Hey you... Yeah take up a moment and clarify this for you |
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| 2:44 |
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If you're listening...
And we go round and round Life is just a moment in time... (Slim Kid3) I recall being three when Sunny passed away one of the greatest in my eyes till this very day too young to understand but understood the ways of good and evil life and death was in the breath of times fate and God only knows that kept Peggy straight cuz in the very next year my Aunt Dorothy was the late, more beautiful than the word it was like killing a mocking bird She was so young like the new year was all you heard almost saw it so clear the good times that we had when my momma showed me pictures life wasn't so bad I got baby sat by Pat when Bedie was a small guy and in our cousins eyes we were both small fries, Jazzywazzys growing up to be a big girl now Father figure understands a man might like her profile I let sink in a while and told let 'em like ya style both you and Ebony I be damned if this short life ain't heavenly peace and harmony family season and it goes... And we go round and round Life is just a moment in time... |
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| 14. |
| 5:34 |
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We gotta hustle ya'll We gotta hustle
(Bootie Brown) Lookin to advance in this world that's monopolized so I utilize careful not to jeopardize on my chances Some niggas pack 17 to stack their advances. I had a couple of homies that went to Kansas and Colorado. I never been one to follow I'm a lone desperado on the come up who rather sum up. Siskel gets paid to sit down with his thumb up. Asshole, watch cash flow take a downfall when your shit not on the ball. Who you gonna call? Hustle hustle hustle hustle (Schmooche) First you see a flash & then you smell smoke Schmooche cat, controllin the whole scene as my people choke, the hustle I want to be down & all off into it like Russell Simmons, I like the women's The hers not the him, Ipass L's to my bredren In my pocket stacks ends but I always find myself saying, please excuse me sir place down your bottle I didn't mean to step upon your eypps throttle and get her overheated ready to be treated for the Schmooche Cat addiction affection To her state and being I had her seeing triple visions blue mountain tops and purple valley wantin' to hang with her eypps in my alley Some do it illegal Brothas just want more than their equal Tryin not to get coated up in the evil This goes out to all my hustling people... Just do it do it do it... do it do it do it (Randy Mac) Smokin doja in the south central streets keep me noid til I puff bomb E T just to fill the void and recollect the word of a Vet once put me down with Be about your paper mack and watch the folks you clown with life's a hustle have money have heart My matrimony to this playa shit is death do us part and chasin papes from the nine six to infin Blazin endo stems sippin yack and straight Hen Gettin twisted out of shape like a pretzel Comin wit more cross over appeal that Van Exel and I hope to God that I don't go to serve no Cavi stressin to maintain self preservation up in Cali My partners of mine are skyballin out of control but I ain't feelin that part of the game so Slow your roll and pump your brakes for goodness sakes I spot the fake the scandalous dulo one-time popo & the jakes would love to ship my ass to Foledad or maybe Foesome But I recognize a trick-a-ration so I mob by my lonesome and see my status as a playa elevated as the hustler anthem For all the haters is regulated Some do it illegal Brothers just want more than their equal Tryin not to get caught up in the evil this goes out to all my hustling people... just do it do it do it... do it do it do it (Big Boy) You see back in the days crime pays But now rhyme pays, so I had to hustle in many ways now let me break this down I used to pack pipes like Wesley Snipes, and new jackin like Nini Brown puttin suckas in fear Lettin ya know Big Boy is the nigga in charge over here I'm buying new shoes and new clothes Give me one of them two of these aw fuck it Nigga give me three of those My homie Shaun Juan used to give me 5 for 1 Back in the days that's how my hustlin' shit was done Then that game went astray fools droppin dime Catchin time and brothas gettin blown away So Suavecito my Negrito put me with the Pharcyde Tours and pours of Hennessy by the barside Makin papes makin tapes doin dates All over the world in each and every state Now I'm on the other side of the tracks makin tracks But still got fat backs and fat stacks Yo Bootie Brown I guess I'm out paper chase hustle that's what it be about Some do it illegal Brothas just want more than their equal Tryin not to get caught up in the evil this goes out to all my hustling people... just do it do it do it... do it do it do it |
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(Slim Kid3)
The way that momma raised us was pure faith So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us Or lay us down to sleep Know the wolf from the sheep Or the sheep who cried wolf And threw the deadly hoof While the wolf was asleep I keep my mind a ghost Follow my heart the most Don't play fools too close Sleep with my eyes at post So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life The knife sits by throats of the young and blows death straight through the lungs as the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb but we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts And the niggaz by the nuts Ear, tongue and butts Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up but, shit, you know what's up We gotta get with the movement and move men soon They consume every womb who bares beneath the stairs of their doom Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb Chorus: repeat 4X Cause Everytime I step to the microphone I put my soul on 2" reels That I don't even own (Bootie Brown) Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin slowly broke into the kitchen to fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran as I ran up and down the TV stations I witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of this nation by a silly hillbilly who laughed as the shit happened Everything's the same the game continued into rappin Deception is at an all-time high You give a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the pie But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn even though it is my soul that I do not even own Chorus: repeat 4X (FatLip) I was po', nlack and broke beyond a shadow of a doubt Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out Speakin about the time before I got signed I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line My big brother used to say I was an asshole didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle of high school, why fool wit' foolish rules and guidelines fuck the cap and tassels said forget the trade and tried rhymes Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2 me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U. I grab the MIC one-time Check it, 1-2, we in freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians Takin shit to the next level Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil |
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(chorus)
This ain't nothin but the end So follow me into the sun and let your soul be free The E-N-D The E-N-D The E-N The E-N The E-N-D (Imani) Now everyday I wake up I take out time to give thanx that I'm still existing Still insisting that my people open up their eyes up and wise up so we all can rise up WAY ABOVE the rim of the muck But we can't if we're stuck In I don't give a fuck And lost in a daze Lost in a maze Trapped in amazement and hard as cement is the head And that why soon everything'll be dead And red is the color of the blood that's spilling And hella amounts is the totals of the killing I'm tellin' ya is the sky is falling But all you're worried about is sky bailing You're failing way outta control And you ain't doing nothing but losing ya soul (chorus) This ain't nothin but the end So follow me into the sun and let your soul be free The E-N-D The E-N-D The E-N The E-N The E-N-D (Kamau) Well I suppose that time is coming to a close I got no need for jewels cars and clothes Need to slow my roll but can't grab control It's unpredictable when we will go I don't really know but it seems it's coming soon The way that niggaz actin we headed for our doom but we assume that we immune to death while niggaz drippin sweat tryin to hold their breath but aah! they slept while the time just crept Now they tryin to awake but it ain't much left Sometimes I think we blind either No hope or faith my people can't wake up We sleepin through the day Think it's all great but to me it really ain't When its time to face reality we turn to a drank or some dank then we can't think straight lets try to make a change for its gets too late cuz (chorus) This ain't nothin but the end So follow me into the sun and let your soul be free The E-N-D The E-N-D The E-N The E-N The E-N-D (Imani) Now everyday I wake up, I be rolling down the street Bumping my beat but they try to defeat, My cause, but I'm a rebel So I can't pause, But all these laws (All these laws) Why, up is where I try to keep, But shit still gets deep (deep) how deep?, Deeper than a 6ft grave And it's about that time I be more than a slave (chorus) This ain't nothin but the end So follow me into the sun and let your soul be free The E-N-D The E-N-D The E-N The E-N The E-N-D |
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