Ladies and gentlemen on the piano tonight
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To my left your right is Jake One
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And I am big bad body rocking
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Failure is not an option
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I've been grinding 9 to 5 like Dolly Parton
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Art for talking make them lean like oxycotin
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Not for nothing but the dream sequence kind of vibrant
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No I'm not a prophet nor am I proselytizing
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My assignment to take my little light and shine it
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They can not define it so they wanna to water it down
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Gotta colonize ground and come out afire
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Put you on a diet of this honest pious modest
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Live wire writer piping loud enough start a riot
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Heart of a lion both eyes open wide
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Soul in overdrive you duly notified
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Bonafide North Side, alma mater
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Yeah my momma might had got us out of there
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Still though my heat is near
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Home base Mosque is there
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Took my Shahada there
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When I'm out of here
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I swear to God I drop a tear
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Nothing is new under the sun
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And so I'm doing what's been done
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By those who trooped though
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And proved it can be won
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Truth is that these musicians grew me as their son
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So you're a philosopher
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My Uzi weighs a ton
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The fluid native tongue
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The true creative hum drum
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Blessed it in that melting pot
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The two became as one
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Recognize an old soul
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With new school influences
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Soothing music oozes through him like he blew a kiss
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Gin really do exist I submit the proof is this
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Truth is the broken heart is harder than the human fist
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I'm too committed for that superficial foolishness
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Gotta wear the shoe that fits even if its a crucifix
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Wallace you are truly missed
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Pardon all your human sins
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My dourer is you live in the garden and it's purely bliss
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We still bear the fruit of his
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Houda that was beauty kissed
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Before Gabriel pick that horn and play that tune of his
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You won't let the humans live
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Let the humans love
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Let us never dictate
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Who's below and who is above
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Let he who lives without sin cast the first stone
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Most high hung up the phone hear the dial tone
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Ran up in the liquor store waving the pistol round
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Everybody hit the floor everybody hit the ground
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Both of them in the zone all about the business now
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If they can stick to code they can hit it and get out
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Oh so professional cleaner than a basset hound
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Dog when his dick is broke
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Run it like a give a go
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Did it before, just to get him some dough
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Stash box getting too low they inching for more
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Outside here kicking doors
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Twenty inches of snow, fifty bellow
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Pistol grip is frigid and cold
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Forever they been going through this Rigor more
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Getting locked up grandma bring them some dough
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Put a house up so they can come oh they oh so grown
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Two twin brothers raised by grandmother
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One was always running and gunning and cause trouble
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The other one suffer cause they look like one another
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He wasn't doing nothing
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But the fuzz still bust him
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He must have grew accustomed
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To the boys trying to rush him
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One day he had enough and said fuck it
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Uh so baby now it's on little brother ride along
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One was the brain other the brawn and they twice as strong
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They thinking if it's right or it's wrong
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One heist the alarm of the ones with the arms
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You make a move and act shiesty your gone
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He ever pulled a trigger in life, but be warned
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He cold as stone and bad to the bone let's get it on
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Uh they started off buying shit trying to have the flyest fits
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Rocking all the brightest kicks knocking all the hottest chicks
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Driving a shiny whip buy all the drinks
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That was the old brothers thing
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The younger brother digs the excitement side of it
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Trying to out smart a Vic
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It was the leader till their grandmother got sick
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She needed surgery it hurts to see her
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If they don't act first something worse could occur
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Might lose a leg, suffer a seizure
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Emergency might cover her up with dirt
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Can't suffer to hurt put something in her purse
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And so they urgently burst into work
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We gonna bleed this city, like a thirst our gift is your curse
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Back to the hearing now, we don't have a lot of time
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Cash drawer clear it out hand over the dollar signs
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And feel free to sound the alarm all you want
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