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Shabazz Palaces
Shabazz Palaces

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Key: Eb major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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It came at a price The
way that I play,
this shit that makes you feel nice
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Tonight's that lights
The sparkling lights,
the curves that got the nerve right
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To change your mind, to reach in and find
A space down inside that is just mine's
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And crack that whip, and flash and glitz,
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and mash and dri? and cash out
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And claim me a slice The
feelings, the ice,
the hotter over my dice
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We watch the stars,
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to find out how far we got to go to get ours
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You on my mind, I put it on the line
Now relax and lemme
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touch your diamonds
And crack that whip, and flat out wit
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And blast that shit, blast that
Verse 4
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Heat up the grease
Pull out the 'lacs and the straps
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and the minks
Heat up the kinks
Shine out the links and
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pour out the drinks
Verse 5
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Ever since the ships came
We kicked slick game,
make name and staked the claim
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And never ever ever tame
And stay way fresher than the oppressor,
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we call that
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Survival
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With Style x4
Verse 7
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And every time we move, we do it
Straight up
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And all the beat we bump is a gun
Straight up
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The devil?? let the party run
Straight up
Instead go get the fun we
Straight up
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The street the beat the heat we
Straight up
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Everything high come down
Straight up
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Stars the head, on the ground
Straight up
Bent down then we push it out
Interlude 1
Straight up, up, up
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Verse 8
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It's the renegade MC Pump heat
off that corner
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up that nose
Give a shit about your pop charts
Lead to the beat,
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clowns with your pop chart flows
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Got game and secret names and ghetto fame,
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y'all changing ranks
When I pop off the style & slang and make you change,
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won't mean a fucking thing
You bought your titles and your
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write- ups and your [?]
I got my flirt on in a thousand dollar shirt
and told your little bitch to let me know
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She smiled, I styled, I'm wild
I live out loud, I'm proud
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Black beast wear yellow sneaks and pink
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shirts they stand out in the crowd
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When the wind blew, you been too
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The changing times [?]
A straight [?] to the top of my mind into a new
rhyme nigga that's what a true pimp do
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Your rap's a corporation,
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a soft drink nigga, what can y'all tell us?
This for all the chicks and fellas in the hoods
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y'alls barrios and favelas
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Nah really, what's up with this bull
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shit
that they be tryn'a sell us
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What the fuck we look like,
corny ass niggas eating jello in a crowd at an open mic?
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Hell to the nah, intelligent relevant
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Live survivors they wanna hear
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something elegant
You reheated your beats and rhymes so
many time niggas that why I climb hella quick

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