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dig, let me slow down It's so incredible I go to the grave before I be a bitch, nigga Better behave, you're dealin' with some rich niggas We the lost
a nigga like you get carried away without your lips And they wonderin why Swifty McVay be killin shit {AHH!} I drop you off and get lost, come back the
when you wonder when you lost that magic Without understanding that you never had it try to grab it In the bed can't get a nut off, communication cut
It seems that there's a deadly virus That's sweeping through the urban community The side-effects cannot often be seen Because your pockets will not turn
hasn't a taste The time and the place The paper, the chase the race Again Verse 1: Manifestation, reva-lation-lution Retro-bution solution My people are poor community
get the picture and all combine Less the talking 'bout mines is mine and become one mind Every piece of the puzzle has its place To build the piece of
droptop at dookie Peep this, put together the form into pieces That form the eight steps for your mind increases Another ass whipping slashing my burn to pieces
and no bite, like a tree trunk We slash and burn em, Indelibles, The Fire In Which suckers are finished, may they flow, rest in pieces Cause we're dominating
No one in my path will withstand Under pressure the wrath of a swift man You name the day, the grounds to be neutral Speak your piece, the feeling's mutual
closest thoughts, the war is fought as casualties I live my life to fuckin mo', exposin' tragically How can we find some peace and niggaz still ain't get a piece
elementary Niggaz I used to love, enclosed in penitentiaries But still homie keep it real, how does it feel To lose your life, over somethin' that you did as a kid? You all alone, no communication
and shine my shoes, treat a nigga like Elvis Ancient, melodic, mystic messiah Make MC's heads bob like Muhammad Ali's from Parkinson's disease Flows you get lost
proud echelons of the scientific community will ever dare admit. I believe that beneath the ice-veiled surface of that southernmost continent lie the remnants of time-lost
swallow nothing, gulp the semen Election day, young americans will vote for demons, overachieving Yo we sniff blow, or blow up pieces [Chorus] Welcome
