Intro: {sample from movie}
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Most persons never have a chance to get into a recording studio
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Never get to see or hear a record being made
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And only experience the finished product
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Until now, you had no way of learning
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Of the anormous complexity of the recording process
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And this limits appreciation of music
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We can't hope to explain all the complexity
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But we hope to give you some insight
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For the musical forces at work
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And have a good time in the process
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Chorus 2X: Lil Dap
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Run for you life, if your life you live
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Live behind the gun, and this is what you get
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Two slugs to the head, and you're dead and gone
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Listen to the word, that's how word is bond
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{Agallah}
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Word is on the corner of Gas & the Plate
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The don who got laced up by mistake
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Time flies yo we chillin at his wake
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Sittin up, suing down and shit feel type fake
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Nice '88 black is held down with the white face
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The way shit was going, couldn't wrote out his will
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Hear them be sneaking upon niggas, cuz he love to kill
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Met war, slouching cars, to send you bon voyage
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One fourth of tears pullin out from the eyes of your mom
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The rise of your life is on, negative or positive
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You trying to live right or wrong, something just got to give
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Even if you got a BM, it's the walk of dead, everytime you seen him
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Prisoners walk, always try to go for freedom
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Year two thou, back space, niggas delete them
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Praying god, everytime we eatin
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Chorus 2X
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{Lil Dap}
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My dreams to walk the streets open hearted with my peeps
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Sweet game upon knowledge, sometime we feel like scholars
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More power to devour all these fake MC's
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Uncle Tom brought the playa hating jellin on me
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So we jellin to our music, cuz that's all we know
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Break it down to the ghetto, with that ill ass flow
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Walkin days or nights, business sights and fights
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Bodies and souls are gettin picken all night
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Indeed yo, in the streets this is what you see
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Try to speak the forth, but no one understands me
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Moms please listen to me, turning dust into black
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Running straight for my life, and there's no turning back
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Chorus 2X
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{Blackadon}
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Yo were I'm from ENY, where there at? Brooklyn
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Got heads turning, from Cali to Fort Ten
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I've been in the mix since before '86, and while you sucking dick
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I'm strickly gettin biz
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You know who it is, when you from Brooklyn
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Every fuckin borough scared of them crook kids
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And don't wonder why, just please come thru
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With your 10 karat ice, and see what we do
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It ain't nuthin new, just the same old thing
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Will snatch your chain, invect your brain
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That was my frame of mind, when I think way back
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The only thing to say was, my name was K Slack
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To overgate my sins, so I can be born again
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Still livin the Brooklyn rasta farayan
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You listen to my words, and you will be born
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A life filled, a child worn
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Chorus 2X
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Run for Your Life
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