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Everybody
Everybody

Madrox]
Patchwork, sewn together dues to dirt
From earthgrown and weather of the desert
And everyone's a part of it, some more others
Sons, daughters, and brothers, laywers, accountants, and even
New comers and old faces, of any races, and familiar places
Parents and teachers, and preachers
Throw ya hands to the sky and pray he can see us
Living how we got to live, and what we got to do
Praying for another day so we can fight and make it
Some of us are designed for crimes, some of us for rhymes
Still we congregate in unemployment
One of a kind, and still kinda strange, same book, same
Just we on page. (one more time)
One of a kind, and still kinda strange, same book, same
Just we on page...

x2]
Come on, we on another
(Everybody dies)
Come on, we on another
(Everybody dies)

[Monoxide
Once I lit a smoke off a I fried
And I ashed it in her when she died
Who you bitches you calling when you out of my zone?
Like a celluar phone that's stuck on roam, now get ya blown
That's me and my man at your door, and we looking for a reason to the war
You should of tried to take a stab at us
And you should of rapped on us
We see the game way the others hurried and rush
We broke them down, rolled them up, sparked the and smoked them all in the dust, what?
You couldn't touch me bitch, not even if you wanted when supposed to
Bitch have your whole block haunted
Flaunt us like the beans in your chilli, we all know the really
Monoxide slap your silly
Big get your throat cut and left bleeding
While my homeboy's your girl, while ya leaving

x2]
Come on, we on another
(Everybody dies)
Come on, we on page
(Everybody dies)

[Bushwick
ya looking at, where ya bitch at?
I'll make her bounce on the back's up
Thinking you're something your other playas tap off
Holes in your stomach, till whole waist snap off
Pour on some 'nac, bite the cap off
Hate it with a passion when a bitch act off
Ride on ya everyday and never slack off
let it get squash, never let it slide
Die mothafucka, die mothafucka, die

[Anybody
Flip through a couple pages, looking my background
All you see is the around
Daddy always there'd be days like this
Now daddy's dead and gone cause he was granted his only
I can't believe all the drama when it to death
nothing you can do but pay respect
Slip into the afterlife, feeling light as a
Everybody dies, so acting like you livin' forever

x2]
Come on, we on page
(Everybody dies)
Come on, we on another
(Everybody dies)