| Peace, wassup man?
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| Chillin baby
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| I’m with you
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| Yo. |
| I wanna know what’s goin on Ever since that Basic Instruction, Before Leavin Earth
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| I wanna know what you gonna do for us right now
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| It’s been a while baby, we waitin!
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| I’ve just been chillin, been chillin
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| I been in the lab writin and stuff y’know?
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| I just been on my, y’know, knowhatI’msayin on some
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| Guns, shootouts and crack sales
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| Black males who pack jails, trapped in hell
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| No peace, cold streets, surrounded by po-lice
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| this whole week, buildings with no heats
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| No lights, the gas pipes the snow leaks
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| Dog fights and lowlife throw dice the whole night
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| Thieves, creepin
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| in the midnight evenings, saw through the misty regions
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| Go to your house, take a vial for the demons
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| Moon in, the lunar eclipse
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| Prophets stand in the midst of the seven candlesticks
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| I can’t take it, beauty that was once sacred
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| is now gettin facelifts, fake tits, and fake lips
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| Cold embraces
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| Memory erases, from the slaveships
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| My princess, I used to spot her from a distance
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| Holdin my infant, burnin incense
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| The moment intent, for her to step into my wife tents
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| Now we step in pre-sents, for your ebony prince
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| The small of frankencense; |
| once treated like a pharoah
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| With royal apparel, annointed with myrrh and aloe
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| We used to wallow, amongst the mallows
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| We had herd sheep and cattle, now we battle
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| Used to pass over Brooks of Qe’ron
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| Towers of Lebanon, the pool of Gechron
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| We used to sing songs, upon Mount Hebron
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| How is gold turned to bronze, and shhh…
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| How is gold turned to bronze
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| We was the wisest and the richest, now we turn to snitches
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| Women turn to bitches, in the time of harvest
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| We was the smarteest, worshipped Wisdom like the Goddess
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| Now we act retarded, forsook the Wisdom of the Fathers
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| We use to have a thousand flagons of wine
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| In Palestine there would drink Ballentine
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| And raise up in the violent mind
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| We used to have a hundred measures of oil, eighty measures
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| of wheat and barley, we live Godly
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| Listening to Bob Marley, before the devils robbed me Chasin us through the African safaris
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| From Then Till Now
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| What goes up must come down
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| What goes down comes back around again
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| Where it all began, began, began, began
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| From Then Till Now, From Then Till Now, From Then Till Now
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| Singin holy anthems, lampin with all
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| my handsome grandsons, hair long as Sampson
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| Inside my gold mansion, they used to wear purple Pampers
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| But now we Black Panthers, some are actors and dancers
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| It’s funny how the dollar bill have my seeds holler for meals
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| Mother swallow a pill, roads seem hollow but still
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| grab a bottle to heal, it’s like a noose
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| of seventh seal over Brownsville
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| What’s the difference between the ghetto and death row?
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| I’m trapped up with cleptos, the tec blow
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| I’m left in seft low, where the cries echo
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| and echo and echo and echo and echoes
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| From the Crystal City, near Getti
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| Children used to grow on lillies, now they roll up Phillies
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| But the pyramids of Cheops, is my weed spot
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| Sometimes I eavesdrop in the books of Enoch
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| We went from studying epistles of Paul
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| beneath a waterfall, rubbin crystal balls
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| But now we spray paint initials on the wall
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| On the wall… spray paint initials on the wall
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| From Then Till Now
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| What goes up must come down
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| What goes down comes back around again
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| Where it all began, began, began, began
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| From Then Till Now, From Then Till Now, From Then Till Now |