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Theres nothin new under the sun
Its never what you do but how its done
What you base your happiness
Around material women
And large paper that means you inferior
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Theres nothin new under the sun
Its never what you do but how its done
What you base your happiness
Around material women
And large paper that means you inferior
Not major Look inside my mind youll find

Where bodies are buried
First look past the hotties who dimes
Go to the center enter with caution
Past the braincell graveyard

Where weeds responsible for memory loss

Lets witness the horrific
The stenchll make you nauseous
See what I seen every day
I live with this torture Lightin
Up to stay high like 24 hours
Sleep with my wash with my in the shower

My tongue is power
It thrills women kills demons
Long as Im still breathin
Im still winnin Ill teach em
The hood converted from trey bags to 20s a girl

Everybody had money every summer was real ill
Four- finger rings dealers
No half steppin with flat tops when Rakim reigned
Radios on card tables Benetton the Gods buildin
Ask for todays mathematics we Allahs children

And this was goin on in every New York ghetto
Kids listened five percenters said its pork and Jell-o
We coincide wein the same life
Maybe a time difference
On a different coast
But we share the same sunlight
Your part of the world
Might be like colors and gangs
While on my side brothersll for different things
But it all revolve around fame and shorties
Stuck for your bling
Stripped for your chain the same story
From Czechoslovakia to Texas metropolis
Them treacherous rocksters in the Mexican mafias
Be scrappin with tats on they back violent wars
Nothin less than a lethal injection if ever caught
Courtrooms eagles and flags
American style While in our world
The ghetto stays incredibly foul
Watchin for paint chips
Dont want no led in yo child
But them gangstas put lead
In yo child the bezzy be out
The chain be like a hundred K
Shinin since Roxanne Shante made
Runaway thats been a minute
Genesis is deep my features are that of a God
Its not a facade its a fact
These rappers wanna be Nas
My Exodus doesnt exist
Ill never leave the streets its all in my mind
Even with sleep Im duckin in my dreams

Sirens wide awake whyd I think it would change
Cant hide when you famous
Or even try to do the same things like
Somebodys always watchin my life
Before I walk out the door I size up every option
Eyes cut every direction
Its like God or guns
Which is better protection

Cant decide thats a hard one
I mean they wanna see me in prison
The chains bamboozled
Headline readin Rapper Slain From a Man