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of ancient peace.
(Be still)
of the wind, that lonesome sound
Sailors made their peace then with the Almighty
Still I kept hope in my heart
Through the salt and stormy night
Every hour
club, yabba dabba doo dud
You can make the fattest record yo, and still be crud
Brothers want to keep you in the heart where the home is
Where the dome is
you will be die by the gun,
'Cause all guys tell lies, and more girls commits it.
I was ordered to code red, but now I'm chillin' with a few good men.
Summer days, summer nights are gone
Summer days and the summer nights are gone
I know a place where there's still somethin' going on

I got a house
little town of Bethlehem how still we see Thee lie 
Above Thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by 
Yet in Thy dark streets shineth
The bell rings
I'm about to bring the pain
Left jab
Right hook
Shuttin' down yo' brain

(Tenth round!)
I could be surrounded by lions
In the midst
The vote is out, the bell still tolls
I can't shake this feeling, we're crawling closer to the edge

Yet we still go out, walk about, chit and chatter
down yo' brain

(Tenth round!)
I could be surrounded by lions in the midst of the jungle
And still I'm a rumble young man rumble

Ladies
Reality, my one last escape
I can't hid deep inside myself
I close my eyes
Try to cover my ears
I'm obsessed
No peace to be found

Three
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke woolie
for your era it's
My time to shine and I'm still payin dues
And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin but
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners 
Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a 
Unofficial that smoke
no more, he's livin heartless
Regardless of the charges, claims to be the hardest
Individual, critical thoughts, criminal minded
Blinded by illusion,
of Sterlings
Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings
I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides
on July 4th in Bed-Stuy
Where money
knowhatI'msayin'?
Yo go 'head, do that shit nigga

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessey holders and old school niggaz, then I be
I be dissin a
Unofficial that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High, ga**ed up by a cokehead cutie pie

Jungle survivor, f*** who's
move
We'd be one nation under a groove
So let's try this, stop the violence
That can only result in peace from what I sense
To be straight
and Star baby pah
Def Squad be the best by far
I rock New York then Motown like
Yup, my name rings bells, bells
This year I'm confident so yo homes watch
The next day I arose still kickin the same clothes
I had to make a decision
Even though I lost her my friends still gave me recognition
Bein recognized by
what, Stapelton
(Tang-o-phonics and Wu-Tang still here)
Park Hill, word up, yeah, yeah, New York

The greatest story ever told by me, precisely
Roman
word up, yeah, yeah, New York

[Raekwon]
The greatest story ever told by me, precisely
Roman numeral I be
Plus three describe me
My son move like
of Sterlings
Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings
I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides
on July 4th in Bed-Stuy
Where money
street knolledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got the big body benz, with
taken by surprise when I quickly closed my eyes.
So she rang the bell, and quick as hell
Bob the Nob came out on his job
To see what the trouble was.