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and you rise up to your position
(Carry On Tradition)
When they knight you - then you go to fight, go to war, don't petition
(Carry On Tradition) -
few flow fatal
It's fucked up, it all started from two turntables

When they crown you and you rise up to your position
Carry on tradition
When they
I'll tell you a story but you won't listen
It's about a nightmare steeped in tradition
It's the story of a coked-up pansy
Who spent his nights in
Amelisa, it's May and blossoms 1957, single, but bold
I see you, belle of the ball and
hometown sweetheart, gifted
I want to tell you seize this
to shine through the wall wrapped around it all
Never protecting the fall
Hot silent summers, backyard adventures, a world swept away by tomorrow today
Momma, gave me the game and for Mother's Day, I spent a million and a half for you at Prive
And you the owner, I'm a worker, this shit yours do what you
Questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole
la la la la la-la-la-la la la la la

On days like these when skies are blue and fields are green
I look
to the Space Olympics 
The year Thirty Twenty Two 
Take part in a grand tradition 
Your name echoes in the holes of the universe! 

Believe in yourself!
All the houses look the same
You see, tradition is the name of the game
In our town
Yes it is

And it's a funny thing
It's always been that
of the money makin muthafuckaz from the other side
Was thinkin about a jack move tryin to whoo-ride
Gettin jealous 'cause my music got this rap game sewn up
Known as Bernie B. on 9-1-7 Bass
And G.I. Joe, who has the girls by the row
He always gets cased 'cause his game is gettin' slow
And last but not
lost me
I'm back like a chiropract wit b-boy survival rap
This ain't '94 Joe we can't go back
The game need a makeover
My man retired, I'ma take over
signals like Morse code
My soul starts to grow colder than the North Pole
I try to focus on the whole of where the torch goes
In the tradition of these
surrounded by pot like a geranium
A capital 2 burns in my mind, give me some (peace)
I looked at her I looked at him and neither one did know
Where the wild
that's my game for instance
311, true to no tradition
And the 311 crew not down with convention

But a hundred different people already told what we
It's kind of hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody turns they back

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, I know a city that's surrounded by
Traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo
My "Fuck tomorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo
Escobar the desperado - word to Custom Auto
lord for givin' me wind beneath my wingz
When the miracle spittin there shall be no witnesses to da pain 
And my ignorance, I charge to da game

the casualties got us caught up in the game

I'm surrounded by so much drama, every day I visualize
Walk the streets wondering I'mma die or stay alive
I could
If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gonna shoot you
Yeah, uh, okay look line, we hit it up
Almost tried to rhyme that shit
(Think it's a game
and a scholar
So the money straight range from hood to white collar
By any means, this is the theme I will follow
M.O.P. forever the team, our honor
True tradition, RAISE EM UP, and gangsta bitches 
That'll blaze them butts, don't play for fuck 
Now we had a dealer knock off joints, Julie's
By reason of the God inside my head
Causing me to see, only what pertains to me
Believing I'm alive when I'm still dead
Limited to earth, unable
David the world can only take so much 
And with you around, we're in for a really hard time 

Jagger and Richards, game for a laugh 
Dancing us down
another gold digger
It's just my luck, go figure
The good ones always pass me by
They always go to the next guy
Or I always get the one
Everybody else