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Chorus: Caught up, burnt out and turned about lurked about streets, about studio and stage true ways to get paid
Mikah 9: A chosen few I choose to roll in crews who be my trues exposing fools who broke the rules and cast `em out my point of view they end up assed out, without a clue and there`s me without a shoe they`re booted out of my living crew they can`t do the things I do on these streets
Abstract Rude: Peeped the game, wrote the book seen that look before been that crook at the store had hookers galore, gigolo the bigger those rocks the quicker they close up shops `til it`s sewed up nigga wonder why yo pager blow up
Aceyalone: Now where would I be if I really wasn`t G-O-D `ing on info and it`s simple to see my symphony is packed to capacity from the floor up to the balcony I`m free must be the eagle, the hawk and the falcon in me and a little bit of Malcolm in me, to make me me
Chorus x2
Abstract Rude: all I want for Christmas is a new drum beat machine to say this shit and make a hit and get the green
Aceyalone: yes, man currency and the urgency, the emergency the economic surgery, the perjury and the energy surging me
Mikah 9: computerized in this engineer`s eyes has to be very acute to manifest these words in me for the loot
Abstract Rude: Cigarettes and coffee tickle a studio`s fancy just right for the mood of audio enhancing
Aceyalone: and the herbals get me strong on the mic like Sampson I throw some land, some miss some win some and some I don`t win
Mikah 9: but I`m getting in where I`m fitting in headphones in a sound proof booth you got a problem with me living in I`m advancing
Chorus x2
Aceyalone: Who is that standing on stage with the micro psycho-analyzing every sucka in the room whom could it be that slicing up the energy providing food for thought for those who need to be consumed I assume that if you walk the streets you will be doomed marooned on my planet from the cradle to the tomb I zoom at a million miles a hour `til I bloom and I blossom like a mushroom since I been out the room
Abstract Rude: I`m the universal platform, I`ll let you talk trash generic or abnorm can we still get the cash you don`t know yet as long as they pay you can be a poet after the show, we`ll get the dough and it`s on me moet I`m the bright lights second hand smoke filled arenas this mic`s tight severing `em, heard `em through Cerwin Vegas people diving off of me into the crowd, vibing off me and the style my philosophy is a wild stage show
Mikah 9: Hecklers, inside stage hater are expendable they alive as long as they know something dependable we can rendezvous and vibe if you boo then that`s offendable there may be discipline resulting in an experiment to see if yo limbs are bendable if your jaw bone`s breakable and then I`m a take a full eighth of the shrooms and blaze the boom black man gold mines, hold mine, old rhymes got my fingers on the strings of east and west coast crimes
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