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[Mr. Lif]I`ve got two underpaid educators on the fadersMad about the salaries of baseball playersA nation of thugs waving guns at the mayorThe meek on they knees, cold prayin` for saviorEnabled to outlast disease that plagues yaScientists with remedies, save `em for laterIn God we trust, written on the paperWhich soon will burn, as humans learnTo upgrade, advanceBut wade, too far in the waters of chanceStress reaches up to the heavens, its armsTake the form of nuclear bombsAnd when they weary, they drop and crush theoryLaying to waste every thing you held dearlyLet this near it, at this point you see clearlyYou nodded through peril, just scream if you hear me[MURS]COME LIKE I HERE`SAYAin`t nobody comin` this fedCould`ve went, got some sleep, but got keyed insteadSo the organs that I use to breed are now bredCigarettes to the head, chillin` on the balconyWith some fly shit on hand like I practice foul degreeI`m out to be, one of the best, you knowMURS plus a mic, fuck the summit of restNow a gun and a vest? Might protect you from takin` one in the chestBut it can`t protect you from this legendary crew that`s runnin` the westI make you want to invest in the shit that we madeI give a damn what you made fuckin` with E-TradeCuz when the beat`s laid, the hardcore becomes pricelessThe righteous Doctor T put the walk in concreteThe stop on Wall Street, the knock on the beatYou couldn`t run a close second with some clocks on your feetNot jocked in the street but respected at the bankUnsigned and hella broke, think it is when it ain`t, bitch[El-P]Uh, baby, the other OTHER white meat...Whose radio reacts with the version of a perfect attackHi my name is Jamie Maleny, you might recognize meFrom such magazines as white inchesAnd such films as kick the perpetrator new jack in his talk boxAnd bounce from the set like time banditsDwell in the cracks of the asphalt to design famineIf I combine the dirty works of the content in a bent drum patternWhere each snare you hear is a snapshot of a broken city childrenBuilding jails out of commotion and metal legos, c`mon man!And that`s a kick-drum for the homeless, a gunshot for the systemPosition on the totem is lowAnd Fahrenheits(?) today to sweat bulletsThe cops will sodomize you like Jim Jay BulletAnd lick Billy Blanks at ya ass on some bullshit (Get `em up Billy!)Humanity makes the pellets that swim like the blade through gut jellySo what the fuck can you tell me?So what on God`s earth do you think you can sell me?* Mr. Len scratches "I got some good shit to tell you tonightBrothers and sisters, brothers and sisters" *[Eligh]Syncopated to the third degree, highest motion felt by manDropping through the bars from the fingers in the back of the brain dayLinger, maintain with the most devotion, scientific and vocal portionFull-position dynamite, couldn`t have rocked on a finer nightUniverse in a fire fight, me against the world tonightWoes, negative, positive balance and flowsHolds, like in an upper color`s wallowing prideFrom the first time that I tried might have been the first time that I diedCuz I know now that I`m a mad scientistEyeing formations from the top of skyscrapers that dwells within my cratersNow it`s dark and I`m in the park with a marker and a telescopeIn hopes to find the universe I fit inBidding on good riddance, forever afterChuckling, your human science gives me laughterKnees buckling, under the pressure of these energy mastersSmothering you bastards, acts is so plastic[BMS]Drop this shit from the head, ten-low, chemoEmcees hope we won`tCo-Flow, Living Leg` collaborationWe keep the world spinnin` like innovationAll shall awaken, nigga I don`t move or hoverMaybe you`ve got something to proveBut anything you`ve got, coveredCouldn`t picture this within a limbusInfamous, stylus I`m epicBMS damn right you said itDamn right when it comes to the micAudio flows and any motherfucker can get itMURS, Scarub and ElighMr. Len, Mr. Lif, El-P and IPlease don`t attempt to adjust the vibeWe like to fuck with what you resetWhat you just said, there`s no ways to protectTwo disconnections formed this step to interventionWherever we from, whatever we`ve doneHowever we some emceesWherever we from, whatever we`ve doneHowever we some emcees we from* Mr. Len does some more scratching *[Scarub]My time is slim, it ripples like tight skin over rib cagesWhere I`m from, the powers that be got us livin` like dogsChasing our tails three-hundred and sixty degreesGoing nowhere, blinded by the glare of the greenNot talking weed I`m talkin` dollarsThey`re taping your every move on this planetIt`s a life-long race from start to finishA competition where many win and many more get deminishedA selected few cross through, a checkered flag for the first of `emThose who come in first place just had more thirst in `emA little bit more burst in `em, but keep out the catchWe`re all living in this poll-positionSome are just more focused to win and acquire the things that glistenWhile others get left in the dust, miles awayPlaced in the opposite position, pissing their lives awaySo my time is slim, my time is slim, my time is slim...* Mr. Len cuts and scratches until outro *

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