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and I charge a hefty fee
Why it worked for Dionne Warwick now it works for Cledus T.
Call me

Now I'm the psychic to the stars
They call me up from
along the way we made different choices you know, I still have your killing joke tapes and your psychic tv t-shirt why don't you come by some day and pick
It's appropriate we go get soaking wet
Toast, we met, become close associates
The place is ours by now I can embrace your style
So much flavor I can
make another "illmatic"
But it's always forward I'm moving

Never backwards stupid here's another classic
See-notes is falling from the sky
By now
Obviously y'all ain't see
Black folks on tv
Judgement calls
Made on behalf of you and me
Or you and I
Do or die
I say an I for an I
Dividin line
Got the poor
by ya charm and ya arm
But I'm looking for the one
Have you seen her
My psychic told me she have a ass like Serena
Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids
Now you never know when it's your time
It's always there in the back of your mind
Read it in the paper, see it on TV
You never think it could
to fear it
Escapism
Like today there ain't racism
Obviously y'all ain't see
Black folks on tv
Judgment calls 
Made on behalf of you and me
Or you
by Busta
My best friend say she use to fuck wit Usher
I don't care what none of y'all say I still love her

Now I ain't saying she a gold digger
I dreamed I thanked Scott Ian for persistence of time
Back when Steve and Eva died that album changed my life
It was a package of pure darkness tied
kid

Now e'rybody wanna spit 16
And live the glamorous life on the T.V. screen
But it ain't that easy, y'all rappers cheesy
I can't leave rap alone my
[sinister laughter]

Oh y'all niggas killer now, oh word?
Catch you comin out your fuckin crib nigga
Yeah, catch a fuckin bullet nigga

[Prodigy]
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
look Trina's on tv
Oh yeah, ooh she fine
Hey homie, Trinas on tv
I wished she rappin, press mute

And now we gonna play a single from the album
[Nas] 
"This ain't for everybody.  y'all know who y'all are
Yeah you, y'all know who y'all are.  These are our
Heroes."

[Chorus: Nas]
Let's
Wall, with the wood out my grill
I can do a girl wrong, and she goin' be by me still
I can get caught cheating on my feet, maybe she will
Never leave,
please stand up? 

We're going to have a problem here 
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before 
Jaws all on the floor like Pam and Tommy
and tears nigga, been about fifteen years nigga
Ain't never been no fears nigga, All I hear is cheers nigga
That's why I be in the bathroom with the bitches
(Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is

Hell, incest kids under pressure
In the corner clutching they genitals by the dresser
[sinister laughter]

Oh y'all niggas killer now, oh word?
Catch you comin out your fuckin crib nigga
Yeah, catch a fuckin bullet nigga

[Prodigy]
[sinister laughter]

Oh y'all niggas killer now, oh word?
Catch you comin out your fuckin crib nigga
Yeah, catch a fuckin bullet nigga

[Prodigy]
you want to be, 
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want
a plan, you keep your company paid
Babies raised by a TV set, the eye is CBS
Hypnotized and control the flesh of generation next
In the projects, legal
And it's no accident that these rhymes sound tough
I'm goin' off, baby, there's no turnin' back
I'm on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8-track
And when
[sinister laughter]

Oh y'all niggas killer now, oh word?
Catch you comin out your fuckin crib nigga
Yeah, catch a fuckin bullet nigga

[Prodigy]