Lyrics:
I got the call for the audition
It was the chance of a lifetime
It said, "If all requirements of this role come to fruition
You'll never work
at night
And old man works by candlelight
A tiny baby smiles and waves hello
In the cold gray light of dawn an eagle flies
And the men are happy wearing
with conviction
These people should demand a pulitzer prize
For various works of fiction
"Judge a book by it's cover"
And "keep one eye on your
The setting sun can burn a brilliant vibrant flame!
[Spoken Word by Father Roy Bourgeois]
We can see our country at work in Latin-America
On the side
And physically
I realise God works in mysterious ways
From time to time I get a crew
To get through in a phase
To listen to my inner submission
My gut feelin'
bed by silks and pills
I'm twenty one again
Not yet concerned with men
If you had this chance
You wouldn't be the audience
You'd be the play
the flow, it don't help to fight
You want to front? You'll be by yourself tonight
Cause I'ma get mine, then it's time to get showered dear
Throw on your
of all men
Projected a few before you elected a few
(Who knew?) I would be the one you had to have
Full body massage with the words of my choice
Sound
[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
Get money, get fly, get busy, get live
Get over, get by, get women, get high
Get right!
[Inspectah Deck]
Think you can stop
the illest MCs
F being cool, when I pass by you feelin' the breeze
I'm hotter than hell, my mission is to burn and attack you
You want it with Swel? Oh well, I
their sweet wine flowing in the veins of men who work towards our bloody end.
They fly Enola gaily, give birth to this waiting... waiting, give us
So it's one for the ride this time
Every day just bring her back alive
There are men who would spend their whole lives,
Working real hard, I'll
muthafuckas fakin jacks
I go to work for my joint, muthafucka, you know me
It's the one and only, and M.O.P
Gunsmoke when I defeat a man
Because I smoke
A family man in the midst of
A total breakdown
Seeks refuge inebriated state
As he thinks to himself how did
Life pass me by - somewhere down
Sinister voices stand at command
From Flatbush Ave. to Pickadilly Circuit
We work this double edge to split the head of serpents
To the finish which is
the veins of men
Who work towards our bloody end
They fly Enola gaily, give birth to this waiting...waiting
Give us the reality of our hatred, give the earth
I'll be that sacrafical dog nigga
Cowboy, Made Men, thug nigga
Specialize through the job nigga
Three hundred and fifity seven degrees Fahrenheit
more
Study the scriptures - intensify the faith
The works of men much greater than you or I
From the cradle to the grave
Thousands of immortal souls
Through our own company's
that are headed
By our own fuckin' homies
Nobody owns me
My mom named me Corey
Sam called me a number, had to tell ?em my
These tin men are no nonsense
Not the happiest thing
They make the call between black and white
And what grey is bore in between
And they say
many things go happen and it's real fine
Never let the small talks but the money get to me
I dey work I dey pray omo nothing worry me
I put my body on my
The old men call me by mother's name
She looked just the same, they say
The children wave or hide behind
Their mother's skirts afraid
Strangers here
Why you sitting round B?
Put in work or make bread if you sitting round me
Couple killers round me, if I'm lying I'm dying
I wake up in the A.M.,
this all 'cause
He was surrounded by men with no border
Swinging around the events was the norm
But now we go out of the ends on a tour bus
No more
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