[Verse 1: Phonte]
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Yo, the spirit in the sky scream homicide
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But it was time to ride on some niggas funny talking
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If too much money talking
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We make em economize
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Real rap a¢æ¡° no tale spinning, such is the life of a
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Kam-I-Ka-Ze pilot
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We wyling out of control until we all make the funny papers like Comic-Con
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Feared in all streets so, if you ever see me out in y'all streets
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Find another one to occupy
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I never hope for the best
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I wish a nigga would
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Turn around and walk away
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I wish a nigga could
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Listen to my instincts and say fuck the rest
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But once you've had the best better ain't as good
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Weak-heartedness cannot be involved
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Stick to the script, nigga - fuck your improv
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Like the samurai
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The street's Hammurabi Code
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Play your part, shut the fuck up, and do as I was told
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[Hook]
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I was always late for the bus
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Just once can I be on time
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Then I start to think what's the rush
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Who wants to be on time
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Feeling unlucky and if I ever got lucky it was one time
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In this crazy world
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[Verse 2: Black Thought]
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Not a thing I fear besides fear itself
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This is clearly a lesson learned for someone else
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Reach for the crown of thorns upon the shelf
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Cross around my neck
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I've been taught by stealth
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Capture this moment in timea¢æ| it's a smash and grab
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And where my party people y'all finna have a blast
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You say goodbyea¢æ| I say hello first and last
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Hello-Helloa¢æ| Now all of y'all elevate your glass
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To an example of what time will do to you
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When those nameless things just keep on eluding you
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When shit is new to you and lies is true to you
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Words of suspects-usuala¢æ| coming though to you
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Man, I guess if I was ever lucky it was one time
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Then I went missing looking for the sublime
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A n*gga stayed low, left the ladder unclimbed
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Time after time, verse blank, the line unrhymed
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[Hook]
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You ever wonder what's the big fuss...
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For everyone be on time
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What's the big deal, why do they feel
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The need to have us marching on line
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Feeling unlucky and if I'd ever got lucky it was one time
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In this crazy world
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[Verse 3: Dice Raw]
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I wonder when you die do you hear harps and bagpipes
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If you born on the other side of the crack pipe
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N*ggas learn math just to understand the crack price
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Then drive in head first like the jack knife
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Cause out here, yo you niggas can't belly flop
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If you wanna make the noise inside your belly stop
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One time means being on the front line
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Being on the front line means ducking one time
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The pendulum swinging my way- couldn't be more blind
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Niggas talk to the cops? Not even one time
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Cause we all going down just like the subprime
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Or a cheap ass half gallon of Ballantine
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But hopping over gates to escape is sublime
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Then through the alley way and down to the sub line
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Tales from the streets
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A life of high crime
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To make it to the bottom
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Such a high climb
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[Hook]
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I was always late for the bus
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Just once can I be on time
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Then I start to think what's the rush
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Who wants to be on time
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Feeling unlucky and if I ever got lucky it was one time
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In this crazy world
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One Time
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The Roots |