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personal world you see
a realization of what could be my soul
or is it just my fantasy?

A timeless world unreal

Reach out for all you can not feel
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
Disc Jockey: Oh Lif what up kid?
Mr. Lif: Yo what's the deal fact?
Disc Jockey: Haven't seen you in a mad while you know?
Mr. Lif: Yeah it's been
And understanding
Possessed by gods
Transferred to man in
A script of a book
A scripture that looks 
Like a Biblical writing
Inviting a hook
Of a song sing along with
To the thought of her beautiful voice, and the lullabies she'd sing
'Til I was sound asleep. Then I'd awake and she'd be gone
My whole life, my soul echoed her
physical swing
Break beats and backspins, an old pad and a pen
These are broke mans poems, from begining* to end
The P-are-O with the soul, so let
the reality behind it
Once upon a time, we were told that nationalization would prevent growth 
by limiting competition, 
that our countries were nothing
staves...again.

I'm in your tea room toasting lives unchanged (while music's playing by the garden's edge). Outside rusted joints prove souls asleep can flowers
to move streets

Time Frame

Now or never power measured by violent terror
Allowing a sense of the vibe that ties it together
As clever interventors found
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
A conquer at the cocoon,
Conquest to the capsule that covers and encloses seed soul
Spirit manifestation in this material world and experience of the senses
complain about it
Separated by race, or religion
Or the income that what makes me come to bases
On whether or not to embrace them
We got to stop with
don't get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright
My people walk with pride and
We're marchin' side by side and
My people laugh,
and Mr.Wilson hates Chicano's and condemns graffiti
Sacramento Symphony got cut back even starvin
Artist struggling the Ssreets of Sac barely alive breathing
Even
song, and that bitch just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts
Mr. Magic makin six figures. 
It feels good to be a TRU nigga. 
Chorus 
see-Murder: 
Motherfuckers know I mean business,when I walk in the streets.
my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc: Allah

Mr. Soul Survivor does that make me a Konvict?
'Be all you can be',
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history

Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga
shhh) we took a piece of this 
We often testement on every cultural element 
Ever sent to us by the ancestors as though we manifest it
Some new world
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
Yeah
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G.
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history

Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York ****
easy
Can't understand why it's so fuckin easy
So how you like it like it now
Yeah, yeah, right, whatever, whatever
Well Mr. Fucking Know-It-All, he
Cartagena had to rise to the occasion
All by myself nigga!
Linked up with the R, linked up with Ashanti - the rest was history nigga
Platinum plaques man