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G HEAD
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Fri Feb-02-07 03:34 AM

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"With Me[BlackRepublicanBeat]"


          

Claim they tryna help me, all they do is doubt me
When they don't even know a fuckin' thing about G
Wanna know a bit about me, I got the game plan
Get lots, shots, split pots, like the same hand
Gotta keep climbin', gotta keep rhymin'
Cause half the cats flashin' diamonds is hymen
Really cat only knows what simon said
And it's the same bullshit that has simon dead

I'm lyin' in bed, tryin' get to sleep
Ash the spliff on the window sill, countin' the sheep
Can't find bo peep, been up and down these streets
And all I found was some white geez and a ski
She squeezes', she pleases', the problem is leavin'
Bare arms like a sleeveless, can't believe it
Let alone leave the past, leavin' from the blast
When I come though, run dude, leave it in your ass

To everyone in the world still livin' with me
You in a lie, petrfied to get in it with me
If they take it to war, you gonna bring it with me?
Put your hands in the air, yeah, sing it with me
To every man on the block still livin' with me
Still livin' shifty, kill villans with me
Whether they in business suits or comando boots
When they take it to war, make shore you bring it with me

See I could just ignore it all like y'all do
But then again, the diffrenece is if only y'all knew
Fifty percent of the rules these dude bent
You'd wanna be superman too, screw clark kent
I'm in the shade, on sharades to throw you off
Like two minutes in the third and you sure I lost
But I made the shot you couldn't stop if you was raycroft
Another cast away that should stay lost

Mangled by guns that shoot on nintey degree angles
Vicious as a bangled tiger, ankles tired
Can't support my weight, can't predict my fate
So I'm always right on time, never early or late
They the fake kind, bein' behind a mask is bitch
Wars give 'em pleasue, high class masochist
You passin' this like it's rolled up and lit
It all comes down to six, where your casket sits

To everyone in the world still livin' with me
You in a lie, petrfied to get in it with me
If they take it to war, you gonna bring it with me?
Put your hands in the air, yeah, sing it with me
To every man on the block still livin' with me
Still livin' shifty, kill villans with me
Whether they in business suits or comando boots
When they take it to war, make shore you bring it with me

From muhammed to nastrodamous
To the very ones who spawned us, let's be honest
Who can really say what's what and what's not?
Is your head purley filled with only your own thoughts?
I think not, but I dont know, and if so
It's cause I don't know the truth behind choices I chose
I hoist my head, against voices I rose
Rejoice for the foes I'll destroy 'till I know

And when I do, I'll try and get it to you
You'd say it's not true as if you already knew
Like you psycho cenetic, typo, pathetic
You'd start to believe what I said once you read it
The truth is you dread it, that they control you
Knowledge is the goal dude, mind is your soul too
You sold it all, if I was you I'd take a bullet in the tooth
Cause I knew the truth and told it all

To everyone in the world still livin' with me
You in a lie, petrfied to get in it with me
If they take it to war, you gonna bring it with me?
Put your hands in the air, yeah, sing it with me
To every man on the block still livin' with me
Still livin' shifty, kill villans with me
Whether they in business suits or comando boots
When they take it to war, make shore you bring it with me


...Soul food, that's what it is

  

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