Key: Eb major
Verse 1
Is the alpha and the omega
I spit it
Bare witness to the greatest and the latest
They try to hate us
Verse 2
spitting,
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it's wicked and it's decadent
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Revolutions per minutes, every
time the record spin
Retribution for cynics,
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like a stick- up kid with weapons
In Brooklyn,
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they say I run it, the 'Natti is checking in
No matter the terminology,
Em
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blood splatter artistically
Em
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It's looking like a Jackson Pollock painting,
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it's a mystery
Really should be brothers
united against the industry
The Africans diaspora scatter
at shattered history
The game missing me, rap
is so repetitive
Although I ain't your blood or your
cous', it's all relative
I got a gang of rhymes
And Tones' beats is banging
like we're slanging dimes
The cats who got gassed up
Voice of the future, black radical
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Listening to instrumentals Thinking about
Verse 3
Em
all the
things I've been through
it's a window
Even if I'm knocked down, I
don't stay down
Even if I get down, I don't lay down
Hotter than the tar on this
empty playground
Hotter than the tar on this empty
playground
Verse 4
and settling all debts
A giant leap for man
begins with a small step
From a sword to a set
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To my people on the picket line
Em
Who's sicking of getting treated like them
aliens in District 9
I juxtapose my business
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model with my spirit
What, I'm just supposed to keep you
comfortable with the lyrics?
I know the flow's disturbing
I know for certain just because
you know all about the artist
Don't mean you know the person
You don't know me
I run labels
These unstable rappers is so phony
I try to listen but they're boring
as missionary position
So I'm shitting on these niggas
like dysentery conditions
Nobody feeling you,
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Em
The tree that fall in the forest,
Don't get me started
Verse 5
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F#m
Listening to
instrumentals
I've been through
The music is just a peek into my
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life, it's a window
Even if I'm knocked down, I
don't stay down
Even if I get down, I don't lay down
Hotter than the tar on this
empty playground
Hotter than the tar on this empty
playground
Verse 6
When I'm left to my devices,
time gets suspended
More than DMX's driver's license
My music's steady,
not affected by the higher prices
People having sex in the streets like
Dionysus
You know what my advice is?
Fuck my advice, live your life
Stop tripping like everything
amount to crisis
I make the sacrifices
My history is black as ice is
I don't think that I can trust
I never miss a beat, the
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Em
liquor make me slurred
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It takes my words, tries to twist
them like a Swisher Sweet
With sticky herb
American History
X, your teeth'll hit the curb
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Em
It's easy 'cause I'm
Strip it down, now it's exposed
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The music is on then I'm right at home, zoning
Outro 1
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