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how far the east is from the west?
Cause I can't bear to see the man I've been
Rising up in me again
In the arms of your mercy I find rest
You know
how far the east is from the west 
'cause I can't bear to see the man I've been 
Rising up in me again 
In the arms of your mercy I find rest
far beyond, coming to Brook-lan
Never think it could happen when shit lives on
You should of called me when you got over the Brooklyn Bridge
These evil
[Interlude]
Call all hip hop dot coms, The Source, the Vibe, XXL, Murder Dog
I'm not lookin for stripes or stars my nigga, I gets paper, why'know?
When I do
you get inside 
Dead president's corpse in the driver's car 
The engine runs on glue and tar 
Come on along, not goin' very far 
To the East to meet
to everyone in the world
Nore, Phife Dawg and Abstract

Yo in Iraq, all my niggas love Abstract
Yo, from Far Rock to Flushing, concussion
Every time
corpse in the driver's car
The engine runs on glue and tar
Come on along, not goin' very far
To the East to meet the Czar

Run with me
Run with me
Run with
you get inside 
Dead president's corpse in the driver's car 
The engine runs on glue and tar 
Come on along, not goin' very far 
To the East to meet
you get inside 
Dead president's corpse in the driver's car 
The engine runs on glue and tar 
Come on along, not goin' very far 
To the East to meet
I had to worry,
Leaving all the changes far from far behind
We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name

Down at the end, round by
to havin some fun
Load up some funs, get a cab and baby fuck those guns

[Interlude]
Yeah, what if I died?
What if I died in your arms tonight, arms tonight?
move,
And choose the course you're running.

Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
in the womb
And she bade me 'Here through yonder portal which looked upon the heavens, and behold! a morning
angel'

She ascended slowly from far
Oh my, my, my-
In a dusty caravan
Was a girl with a golden tan
And she asked me if I was headed to the east
I politely stepped a side and said I
this disgrace

You could see every night
By candlelight in Hardin's favorite bar
She'd be hanging on his arm
And very late they'd leave there
by the wolf packs
Black hoods, leathers with the wool hats
Draw blood, don't even pull gats, it's like that

[Interlude: DJ Kay Slay]
Aiyo, ya'll
lives
Some had to stand there and watch their children die in their arms
So the sacrifice I have made is nothing compared to those

I've gone too far
chargin with my beloved core
Don't interrupt me, I'll corrupt abruptly
Heavy metal makeover
Mad Child forming hard again
Four by four pick up truck to kick
Called to witness cycles only of the past
And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark

Close to the edge, down by the river
Down
going very far
To the East to meet the Czar
Run with me
Run with me
Run with me
Let's run

Some outlaws lived by the side of a lake
The minister's
hold me tight.
Hold me close in your arms tonight.

We can leave this world behind. So far behind.
Out there in the distance, in this world tonight.
move,
And choose the course you're running.

Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
names
Numbers all in a file somewhere
Everyone will be saved
CHORUS
Beyond tomorrow, beyond tomorrow
Someone will be in the air
In a plane by the sea
I
I've been to the east and I've been to the west
And I've been out where the black winds roar
Somehow, though, I never did get that far
With the girl
queen
It's a Theodore movement, glock holding kids
With the chocolate boomers, aiyo fuck those rumors
Leave your chick around me, I'll get those