(feat. Charlie Wilson, Mos Def, Raekwon, Swizz Beatz)
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[Swizz Beatz]
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This is something special
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This is something new
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This is something special
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This is something new
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[Charlie Wilson]
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Lord Lord Lord
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[Mos Def]
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The power of observation
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marvells and frights, its strange delights
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attributes, properties, disciplines and novelties
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ecstatic patterns in the calender design
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wilderness tours guided by and for the blind
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cool rulers standing still sweating through the shade
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who knew those lights only grew bright to fame
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dead wrong pageantry lottery and games
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slight of hand provided by extravagant and fake
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the carnival till bell will hustle for the age
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they clutch what they covet but what must they give away
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who was uninvited who was asked to come and stay
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surprise it's your life its your business anyway so please
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pardonly and such curious minds
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peace safe passage, precious time
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hither and gone, the day of days
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(?) this tiny stone illuminated by a star far gone
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only star so large, many more
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to make our largest star show small
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furthermore the end is not the end no stop but I'm pausing
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what we can witness is all that isn't all
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(?) scotch and pork chops
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the passion, expansion the order of the random
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see the dreamers see the sleepers
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(?) sweet jesus and life on Earth
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seek heaven first
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let put in this work
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[Charlie Wilson]
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Lord Lord lord
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Lord Lord lord
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This is something special
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This is something new
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[Kanye West]
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Her heels set the mood
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where did you acquire those are liars
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when I met you I heard Jesus bells, strings and a choir
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I got lines better than niggas albums, plural
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king of the urban make your shit sound rural
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she said I hit it so deep she need an epidural
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them other niggas have you looking like a squirrel
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and thats nuts, I only hang around with white boys that like black sluts
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tell em Plain Pat yo that track sucks
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we aint dissin' you between the position you play something for us to listen to
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I'm tryin' to worry about my scratch minus the crabs
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I aint stopping for you niggas like yellow cabs
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i got scripts so why we need a movie
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and if I'm a douche than put me in your coochie
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I swear they should have never gave these niggas loosely
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and excuse me if I'm trapped by the boobies
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boobie trap, holla back
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[Swizz Beatz]
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AK on the lap like whats that
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clik clak
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this is something special
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this is something new
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All white Bentley I call that momma
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my life crazy like Obama's
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you talk slick well I'm Osama
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Bin Laden, whats happenin' I get it crackin'
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all black carpet, Ima rich yeah
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its gonna take you a couple years to get this here
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thank AP while they thank me
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and I'd be mad too if you aint me
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call me Mr D's or Mister boss
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see me riding clean in a Rolls Royce
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niggas talking funny that's old money
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niggas looking crazy but they acting funny
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nowadays rappers, they like bloggers
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you see me I'ma a bank (?)
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coming through your hood and I brings trucks
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with 25's on it like what the fuck
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hundred feet and better why they fuck you stick
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paparzzi on the water, why the fuck you stick
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my face got the fuck you pricks
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my beats go hard like fuck you dicks
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pourin' champagne damn thing
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sit there rockin' sway nigga in the damn ring
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aint a damn thing, money aint a damn thing
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ask Yeezy and most we do the god damn thing
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get down to the precious lovers
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[Chorus]
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[Raekwon]
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Ayo open glass on my fingers
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I sit back like I'm caged but still cakin'
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my niggas is hatin'
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it's like being in the livest Lambo in the hood
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you a piece of steak I'd rather be that than some bacon
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every project is a throne, only just bigger stones they throw
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that why I wear a big hat and roll weed
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gone if you don't know where you came or when you came
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all you know is weed and cocaine
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non believers no game
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I'm zooted down, rollin' a spliff
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maxin' flamin' like wheres the attraction
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I'm son he's attracted
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guaranteed to service the real niggas
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or cruisin' in a Volvo
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duffy for dolo
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puffy polo
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that blow house is where I reside
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live amongst fiends, countin' currency hittin' blunts
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only to hea |