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(Slim Kid3)
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The way that momma raised us was pure faith
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So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us
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Or lay us down to sleep
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Know the wolf from the sheep
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Or the sheep who cried wolf
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And threw the deadly hoof
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While the wolf was asleep
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I keep my mind a ghost
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Follow my heart the most
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Don't play fools too close
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Sleep with my eyes at post
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So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life
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The knife sits by throats of the young
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and blows death straight through the lungs
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as the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums
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But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb
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but we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts
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And the niggaz by the nuts
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Ear, tongue and butts
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Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up
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but, shit, you know what's up
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We gotta get with the movement
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and move men soon
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They consume every womb who bares
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beneath the stairs of their doom
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Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb
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Chorus: repeat 4X
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Cause Everytime I step to the microphone
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I put my soul on 2" reels
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That I don't even own
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(Bootie Brown)
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Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin
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slowly broke into the kitchen
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to fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran
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as I ran up and down the TV stations
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I witnessed Indian Joe
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getting tricked out of this nation
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by a silly hillbilly
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who laughed as the shit happened
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Everything's the same
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the game continued into rappin
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Deception is at an all-time high
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You give a piece of your soul
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to receive some crumbs from the pie
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But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn
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even though it is my soul that I do not even own
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Chorus: repeat 4X
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(FatLip)
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I was po', nlack and broke
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beyond a shadow of a doubt
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Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out
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Speakin about the time before I got signed
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I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line
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My big brother used to say I was an asshole
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didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle
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of high school, why fool
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wit' foolish rules and guidelines
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fuck the cap and tassels
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said forget the trade and tried rhymes
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Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2
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me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U.
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I grab the MIC one-time
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Check it, 1-2, we in
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freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians
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Takin shit to the next level
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Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil
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Devil Music
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| The Pharcyde |
