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with you

--Thank you to Roger Nupie for the transcription of the lyrics 	
 	
 	
This is an aria from the opera The Medium by Gian Carlo Menotti
a little boy and his three cebus ... the
Little boy who had a sick cebu, a sad cebu and a mute cebu. And also a
Hippo.
Um ... um ... this is a picture of me
A cloud hangs over this city by the sea
I watch the ships pass and wonder if she might be
Out there and sober as well from loneliness
Please do
A cloud hangs over
This city by the sea
I watch the ships pass and wonder if she might be
Out there and sober, as a well for loneliness
Please do
to computers
Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors
We survivalists, turned to consumers
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
to computers
Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors
We survivalists, turned to consumers
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
, just to get by 
We commute to computers 
Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors 
We survivalists, turned to consumers 
To get by
ya'll niggaz, you +Can't Knock It+
Don't get carried away, you a mute nigga (mute nigga)
Where was you nigga? I was doin' this here like Mary J.
Like
to computers
Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors
We survivalists, turned to consumers
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
to computers
Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors
We survivalists, turned to consumers
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
to computers
Spirits stay mute while you eagles spread rumors
We survivalists, turned to consumers
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just to get by
of me, I forgot to let y'all know 
It's one thing you should never do in this game and that's sell your soul 
I make a lot of sense then I go and make
ya'll niggaz, you +Can't Knock It+
Don't get carried away, you a mute nigga (mute nigga)
Where was you nigga? I was doin' this here like Mary J.
Like
get dealt by the system
He drew a picture of freedom with many dimensions
This picture proved to be bigger than Black and White
A young soul named
[T-Bone]
Yo picture me rollin like Pac in a drop gold double are
Women, champagne, weed, cigars and caviar
Livin tha life of a thug, movin em drugs,
nothing but cars Eclipse and Camaroes
Times are hard to explore I made my own fort
Fifteen hundred pearl white ain't that a bitch?
Doing this uptown behind
I'm letting it blow 
Had the papers writing stories like: "didn't they know, 
This what happen when they made that rapper CEO" 
I know, its just
think
Martyr(?) the child that wears the target for the teeth to sink

[Chorus]
This world is a vampire, she eats her kids
Let's hide the bodies under
to biz, you know I'm a diss them fast
So play like 98.7 and kiss my ass!
Cause me and rap is like peanut butter and jelly
Which reminds me of a song by
since (uhh) forever
(Slim when you gon drop your solo?) shit probably never
I'd rather spit these hit flows
And get rich off those
(picture this
Pictures
When we throw two in yo' ass while you huggin' on your mistress

From Philly, where cats quick to mute you at
Cuckoo cats, twist back your FUBU cap
cares
but doesn't know, or doesn't let on she knows
that this towels stolen from the hotel where we used go
sweatpants and a t-shirt that used to be
Niggaz who actin hard this ain't Columbia Pictures
when we throw two in yo' ass while you huggin on your mistress
From Philly, where cats quick to mute
Periogne, I'm affiliated with mob figures
And I'm loving this life of luxury
I'm in the passenger seat of a 98 Navigator with my nigga C
Talkin' over
the kill 

(Verse 2) 
Peep the sag, I was fronted two G's by the mob 
Two Z's and the Saab for this hitman job 
Burnt my hand for initiation, cats told me