Lyrics:
with everything I touch,
I want to heal, I want to be whole
I want to live in a world where fear is obsolete
Where my blackness is not a crime
My goal is
up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I roll over my opponents instead
Makin' dog sounds 'cause
sound of this, something's comin'
You can picture like a photograph, envision the image
Of one-two-fifth street and Lenox
The old folks their souls
fake
It's, comin' out ya kitchen sink
Your Mic's a baby bottle, son
Some say they ain't, but I am the one
The slice is that the fire, boy, it'll
change (ooh, ooh, ooh)
World is gonna change (ooh, ooh-ooh)
World is gonna change (ooh, ooh, ooh)
World is gonna change (ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh)
Yeah,
and half white
C'mon this sound it had
To come from somewhere, right?
Nah, nah, see homie race is not the issue
And if you stepping to me like
It is I'll
Yes
Close To The Edge
I. The Solid Time Of Change
Anderson/Howe
A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace,
And rearrange
Mikemasky
And I'm comin' to get ya
Comin' to get ya
I just might get ya
My name is Mikemasky
And I'm comin' to get ya
Comin' to get ya
I just might get ya
I
back comin' back after all these years
rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is
[Fabolous - Chorus]
This game ain't change me, so don't let it change
one two straight from the basement
Straight from the basement
I’m tellin' you now, kid
It’s crazy fat
I wonder who this is comin' up?
Fourth
Tha reaper knockin'
Hold em' for their runnin' violaters
cn evil prophet is comin', tha Reaper knockin'
Lock it, the door needs a blockage
Don't try
you need, yo clip empty?
R3:I got my designee wit one magazine plus a
bullet, that travels into ya.
R2:These niggaz is still comin
Yes
Close To The Edge
I. The Solid Time Of Change
Anderson/Howe
A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace,
And rearrange
help is comin' down, the sky don't care about this town
This waste is just a den of creeps, where bullets and life are cheap
Little Blanche afraid,
still front
When will they realize, I got the feel again
The mighty mad writer's comin' real again
Buck buck, biiinnng
That's the motherfuckin' sound
the bottom
It ain't shit change (Damn)
Had to ice up my body like I got wrist pain
(Yes, sir)
Neck strain, team is on my back (Yes, sir)
Still we schemin' for
recognize) You MC's, nothin; you leave with nothin
(And recognize) Fuck it, hold on ? I hear somebody comin
{"Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, what is his name?"}
hold a note like da guy who said da British is comin'
Oh yeah da niggas is comin' get out ya good dishes or somethin' like it's thanksgiving
And non
Turn it up in my headphones, please
Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame
More, haha, comin' to a ghetto near you
I wasn't mad until these
[Verse 1 - Common]
In search of brighter days, I ride through the maze of the madness,
Struggle is my address, where pain and crack lives,
Gunshots comin
change your life woah
You say it's love but I'm wondering' if it is real
If it ain't real, then you gotta tell me how you feel
Cuz my love for you is
gettin' closer,
Baby gangsta comin' for a bitch,
Uptown's the shit, b.c. two two six is the clique!
V.l. nigga, philip & clara, is where you can find us,
the F, fuck
He got the ad-lib, that shit sound cool
She see them racks and the
Chain and she drool, fuck
She make it clap, clap (Ha ha ha ha)
Yeah, she
stop with the madness
God's tryna ask you to change your actions
Before it's down to the blackness
Deep down to the blackness
Think before you flow
You
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