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Mic Control 
I never fold under pressure, time to get ill 
Diggy Das hold it down, kid, you know that we're real 
I rolled up, strolled up, put my
Birds cry warning from a hidden branch
Carving out a future with a gun and an axe
I'm way beyond the gavel and the laws of man
Still living in the palm
take hold of my hand
Look man a tree grows in Brooklyn

Some how some way
I gotta make it up out the hood someday
Some how some way
I gotta make it up
the sun will shine through

And touch my soul take hold of my hand
Look man a tree grows in Brooklyn

Some how some way
I gotta make it up out
your ass shit
From sea to frigging sea we're being all we can be
I said A Tree Grows In Brooklyn it's about a family
My mother out the window hanging
check the scenario
Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Copping pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your
can be deeper deeper

It might be raining now
But don't be scared you won't drown
I'll hold you in my arms when the rivers rise
Lay my heart besides
check the scenario
Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Copping pleas in de Janeiro
Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up?
Get your
as a tree, will Bill
Like a tree he'll grow
With his head held high
And his feet planted firm on the ground
And you won't see nobody dare to try
To boss
the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from
who has taken you from crayons to perfume It isn't easy but I'll try chorus: If you wanted the sky I'd write across the sky in letters that would soar
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by all means
You know what I'm sayin', son?

Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that everybody
DeVaughn singing in background]
It's nothin, I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin, you stay connected by the slang you bustin
Want it
up
There's only one legend alive
The rest you gotta dig up
You acting like it's hard roast ya
I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on your
yesterday, uhh

[The Game]
I was, born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense
the street like, “ex, I knew you from back in the day!”
I be like, “good for you, my dude, now get the fuck out my face”
Moet, rozay metal thingy twister
the fuckin' block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya
Yea, so we got this tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south, in the south,
Hallucination, no this was real
So real you never reach this
There ain't no teacher can teach this
Rough, smooth, tip that I'm on
By the time you get here I'll be
up
There's only one legend alive
The rest you gotta dig up
You acting like it's hard roast ya
I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on your
lunchroom, see in the lunchroom, you know what I mean?
Might get a little, go to the G.O. Store or something, you know what I mean?
Word, buy a little
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
around Des Moines, Stuart.
You can't build on it; you can't grow anything in it. The government
Says it's due to poor farming. But I know what's really
this is today's news
Extra, extra, read all about it
(it's about mc lyte!) the boy shouted
First time in history you thought to buy a paper
Cause I was
I brought that genuine shit in '96
Before you knew the underground or independent existed
I watched the whole scene straight jump on the dick