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like nine 

Blake says he is sorry he got through to me 
If it's okay he'll call right back and talk to the machine 
Blake says it looks like acid
Emotion and thought I've got I've got a lot of it 

For Mr. Blake's sake initiate it if you've caught a bit 

Fresh for the passing a check is
i rhyme at school/ i rhyme in tha club
i got mo cheese than a rat/(want some)
my game so deep/
like 2,000 sumthin leagues/
up under tha sea/ but
face fast
The full blast

Then skate to the next state
Further upstate, I heard they got crazy weight
Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks
bullets in my clip
I still pull it, still bully niggas on the strip
Beef, I cook it fully with the fifth
And I ain't got no pets, I put a bullet in ya
the walkin'
Let your fingers do the walkin'
Let your fingers do the walkin'

Hey now
Hey now
I've got a halo above my head
And a gun in my hand
I can do
featuring Blake see  Jay Z  Mr. Bristal 



[Blake C] 

What you sayin'? 

Roc A Fella (uh huh) 

Gener al (uh huh) 

B.I.G. (right on)
bullets in my clip
I still pull it, still bully niggas on the strip
Beef, I cook it fully with the fifth
And I ain't got no pets, I put a bullet in ya
Saw you there, tall and dark, handsome too
Put it all together baby and you got
Lots of groovy loving, lover by the dozen
Giving you things like
the niggas need guns too
It's not to be a racist, but let's face this:
Wouldn't you if we could trade places?
I got lynched by some crooked cops,
made from bill blake's horses of instruction. 

I invented ground so I could break it and throw it in your eyes. 
By the way, nasa bit space from
(with Blake)]
I know you keep somebody comin' wit yo fine ass
Too fine to be for just somebody wit yo fine ass
Masterpiece, you got some body wit yo
I still remember Miss Bessie singing
Black, wrinkled fingers on ivory keys
Just five years old, my church shoes a dangling
Yeah, she's long gone
I'm so hungry for love
I've been lickin' off all my fingers
Oh yeah, you got to learn to 
Take the bitter with the sweet
 
Yeah, I feel just like
speakers

Ladies and gentleman
I would like to introduce to you
An incredible gentleman
He goes by the name Elijah Blake
Let's go

Laa, da da da dup
speakers

Ladies and gentleman
I would like to introduce to you
An incredible gentleman
He goes by the name Elijah Blake
Let's go

Laa, da da da dup
to you
An incredible gentleman
He goes by the name Elijah Blake
Let's go

Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I'm glad to kill it some more
kissed
By a red-headed girl with cherry lips
On her porch when I was sixteen
And I felt it somewhere in my soul, and time stood still, and I couldn't
what more could one ask?
For these fingers have worked to the bone.

Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like to be,
For my life ain't been much
giving me away
The lessons I've forgotten
Inside of all I've learned
Now I find myself in question
(point the finger at me again)
Guilty by
grab one by the hand youknowhatI'msayin
And uhh, throw up that finger
Ay yo yo yo throw y'all fingers up!
Thug style baby, Thug style y'know?

Tell
don't wanna blame the rich for what they got
Don't point a finger at the poor for what they have not
Though the politician and the priest live in
Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers
Streets
Are
On
Fire
To
Night

Death is on the tip of her tongue and dangers
of doubt
Slowed by reflection
But
These moments will pass

Still
Halfway up the hill
My fingers may bleed
But I've got to get there
Still
Standing
what more could one ask
For these fingers have worked to the bone
Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like me be
For my life ain't been much