Lyrics:
Those who can, do. Those who can't, talk about those who can
Now, can you or can you not
Are you just one that sits on the sideline to talk about
shepherd's crook,
Drawing his flock closer to the valley of the shadow of death.
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Those of us who stand out against the status quo
Do so against all
I don't want to go in the cart!
CUSTOMER: Oh, don't be such a baby.
MORTICIAN: I can't take him...
DEAD PERSON: I feel fine!
CUSTOMER: Oh, do us
so I can come in a crisis
I do this for my niggas, who never get no cheddar
For my niggas up state, that'll never get a letter
For my vitally sick,
Why must you say those things? What are you thinking?
Keep your feelings inside, wait 'til no one's around
I can see this is no good, all you talk
has departed from me
Surely, he is exultant, boastful, and ungrateful to Allah
Except those who show patience and do righteous good deeds, for them
on four strings
It's really not hard
To be a bard
On four strings
What's hard
Is being heard as a bard
Who has something nice to sing
But just can't sing
and a fifth of yak
And I'll rip that, smack that, hit that ass
Like King-T do's it
I got to go rippin' it
Put you to the side, so I can catch up on my
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can
it is only the men of understanding that pay heed, those who fulfil the covenant of
Allah, and do not break the covenant
Those who join that which
who do I catch now?
Who do I catch now?
Maybe those who can't get with the rap sound
I caught the industry, who do I catch now
Who do I catch now?
who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know cause you know how my squad do
Nowadays niggaz snitchin so
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
Two can play those games
Two can play those games
Two can play those games
Two can play those games
Niggas sweet talk me like Candyland
Had to set
squad do
I don't know nothin 'bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head
But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead
I can't even think, who
Those gurlz, those gurlz
Those gurlz, they don't mean a thing to me
I was just playin' the game
It was all a fantasy those gurlz
I got a call from
the people
Who can't even speak for themselves
Those living in shame
Cramble and mental stress
And I speak for all those
Incarcerated for cases
They never
wasted years
All those precious wasted years
Who will pay?
Do we have to be forgiving at last?
What else can we do?
What else can we do?
Do we have
Let's shift gears for a minute
And talk about New York
City i actually get in
Arguments because people say
Nicki doesn't rep New York i say "What do
get it I'ma get it I'ma get it ayy
I'ma get it
In the city of dreamers
There's two types of people
Those who talk and those who walk
Those who dream
one who can limit yourself
But matter of fact
Why would you want to limit yourself?
The universe is infinite
Which means the things you can do are
know how to do this
We living in a world where the message in your words can be felt 'cross the earth in a weekend
But those put upon a platform are
to the blind who can't
Imagine what sight is
Power to those staring at the moon
And all those working night-shifts
Power to the readers, the writers
Lindsay to the Lohan, lick it while you let me watch ya
Who'da knew the Buddha'd do to me what it's done?
Such cynicism when there's izm in my system
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