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out and get freedom

One bad decision after the next
Just getting by, letting you figure me, oh 
Jesus call him when you want him
Call him when you
Sit tight, it's your version of alive
You keep your molecules inside
I know you know desire is not so polite

Take a quick breath, do you feel what's
of hip-hop
If I see ya disagreeing, you'll be getting your shit dropped
It's extended version, the side you can't fuck with
You'll get the jimmy MC, you
I'm the alpha, with no omega
Beginning without the, end so play the
Eye inside, no extended version
Next episode be smooth as a persian
Rhyme
I'm the Alpha  with no Omega 
Beginning without the  end so play the 
Eye inside  no extended version 
Next episode be smooth as a Persian 
Rhyme
and you, the world is yours and mine.

[Jermaine Dupri]
I remember when we first hooked up we were only 17, 
cut-off shirts and jeans was your only way
[Chorus]
Hey, hey, my, my
Rock and roll will never die
Hang your hair down in your eye
You'll make a million dollars

Well I was in this band
I'm the Alpha  with no Omega 
Beginning without the  end so play the 
Eye inside  no extended version 
Next episode be smooth as a Persian 
Rhyme
and you, the world is yours and mine.

[Jermaine Dupri]
I remember when we first hooked up we were only 17, 
cut-off shirts and jeans was your only way
to send my inhibitions thru the floor
Intuition getting drawn like Kadir was by the wall
And all, I wanted was a shade
A hue of a sort I could sort
intrrupted by a phone ring
Sometimes I wish I never got the motherfuckin thing
"Hello hello?  Can I speak to Biggie?"
Yo who dis?  "Taisha"  Yo call back,
silk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swinging, m.o.p. style
Next
believe they bringing daddy money
How you think I copped the caddy dummy
Tryna get this Puff Daddy money
The name silk but all my bitches call me Montel
was met by those eyes and that hair that stare, no wings
but it wasn't a dream, it was you my love
my earth angel, the real thing the real thing

I know
dimensions with a noose looped by the raft?
After lack of reasoning jedi 3, 2, 1,
Oooh I'm hung, I've clung to hope but see you in hell
I'll be that clear blue
in tune with his, well-heeled patrons
than with his hip-hopping friends.
"Who hooked you up man?  Yo' momma?!"

[Aceyalone]
I wrote a poem the other
intrrupted by a phone ring
Sometimes I wish I never got the motherfuckin thing
"Hello hello?  Can I speak to Biggie?"
Yo who dis?  "Taisha"  Yo call back,
peddle, a homage from off the benches
And find mine buried in solemnly by the trenches
Bed-Stuy's version of Nas, no mirage
Freeze y'all on speed dials,
The mic was passed and that's when I found out

(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by the way I do my thing)
(People from
silk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swinging, m.o.p. style
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