vicious, but i... These claws! He doesn't have people doing it. They get on top of you and they just tear you apart. I know... But I hope they don't
like that guy from Nirvana 035 Time was cut short, like a fair weather friend 036 But if they gone, then I don't need them 037 Can I get an amen 038
we survive all this mess? (I didn't survive) East vs. West the rap game where words became flesh A whole pound of herb won't desolve my stress Still
as soon as you say when So hype on the mic, when I finish you say "amen" I'm not the type to go around fronting Ayo, they don't call me lord
the walls for oxygen My body aches, it heaves, it shakes All somersaults through so called art And I still don't know exactly who I am I never will, amen
keys (Play that motor scooter) Say what? (Don't be a fool) I don't know, I think we need a little self check (Saxophone, saxophone) Ah, what your background? (Damn!) That ain't
keys (play that motor scooter) Say what? (don't be a fool) I don't know, I think we need a little self check (saxophone, saxophone) Ah, what your background? (damn!) That ain't
music industry sold But it still don't matter, when I'm gone an' my casket closed Whatever it did to you, it guides my life Dear Lord, don't let me
trying to kill M.E. I have the queerest feeling of my dearest appearing To be leering from the ether, fear more fever I don't like sleepers, drugs make me sleep Sleep
when I made right sure no one followed me there I got down on my knees, cried ?Lord, do you care?? Amen, Amen, Oh Lord, Amen, Amen Next morning came early sleep
Who you are these days But you run on anyway Don't you baby? You keep running for another place To find that saving grace Don't you baby? You're rolling
I hope he glad for me, but that?s why when I see him I act mad funny, cause he a joke to me, don?t message, don?t call, don?t talk to me, it?s just me
music industry sewed But it still don't matter, when I'm gone and my casket closed, go! [Jay-Z] Whatever guillotine guides my life Dear Lord, don't
heater Took a picture of my pistol then I show it to Peter Ain't walked in my shoes then I don't owe you an Adida' Matter fact I don't owe the strap on
outta here man) (The Evaluation is not over yet) Whatever (Your not done here) [Slams door] You don't know me man You don't know me You don't know me
I won't see you `till Christmas I breathe coal dust, I get blisters But the foreman he don't worry He say work boy there's no hurry Don't that big red
an amen and a right on"} {"So you think that I'm a fool..."} {"Amen, right on..."} Chorus: T. Kweli and Kool G. Rap [T] It's just a chapter of the