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pathway to see
Weighted eyes close and blood pressure rises
I'm traveling where this slumber leads
Into dark, crawl inside your mind
To worlds hidden by
Afraid to close your eyes
Too scared of what you'll see
The nightmares, blood, the horror
But it's just a dream
You know it's not for real
It's
And the night is too short
To find yourself at last!

[written by P. Maslanka]
Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits
Sex sells, so I'mma P-I-M-P
So my pockets never be empty
It ain't no problem, we scoop them models
We got
{"Testify!"} 

[Styles P:] 
Time I testify, listen 
Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.? 
I'm yellow but I'm dark for real 
And why nobody flip when
addition listen close to the mission
The P.E.T.E.R.O.C.K., resume
With the route to Brut by Faberge
No doubt, to shout about a 20-bar segment
Off spring
ain't shit but long division
A vision of a suited black man peddling dream logic overlooks a park bench
Kids kaleidoscope into an arch and two by two
the same thing
The name ring then the chain swing and dames cling
Money green, Maury kicks, whips and new fitteds
(It was all a dream) Advocated by
disbelief
41 shots, a young brotha deceased
Gunned down by police, is there no justice, no peace?
So fuck the police, listen, I walk with P.
Ignorance
the motif
 don p, personal henny, have me hurt many
	actions, coke infractions, imanuel and fidel
	our money well, help the crack sale
	stack bail, then
Child]
dynamite I'm tossin 
hatas crossin 
its da end bitch 
you runnin into bullet proof 
hoe, we still da Triple 6 
Prophet to da P 
earsin niggas that
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Now it's about to be talked about

You're gettin' slapped by my grammar
Vocals like a hammer with roots from Alabama
I'm under
Yeuch!  Brother J says yeuuch!  Hmmhmmhmmhmm..

[Professor X]
Ahhhh!  Straight from the temple of everlasting
ME!  P.X.O., and the X-Clan (aww yeah)
Teph or they a gonner (blah, blah)
That's what it sounds like when thugs cry
I see things, see wings, when the slugs fly
Low-life Lo-so, P-wing rug by
Uh, what up ya'll
Soundtrack what's poppin' baby
Ya'll ain't know
I go by the name of
Lupe Fiasco
Representin' that 1st & 15
Yea
And this one
by the wind. As beings of p ure energy we become one with the vastness,
transcending the ethereal walls of time, spanning at once this celestial
Yeuch!  Brother J says yeuuch!  Hmmhmmhmmhmm..

[Professor X]
Ahhhh!  Straight from the temple of everlasting
ME!  P.X.O., and the X-Clan (aww yeah)