Now the has been raised, what the fuck happened to you? I can tell you what did not happen to you You didn't get your ass on this Cathedral
[Verse 1: For not knowin' the ways you can be capped like a NBA Lives haphazardly, them sons of bitches is bastards, G That's why I be high B, so don't ask me why I'm not speakin' Just ain't countin' no money up cha The we got to talk about? Not for Bobby Fischer But somethin' and super official To with my girls in the parkin' lot Surrounded by 'em I got out Parched we? Honestly shorty, let me check sure I ain't got no fleas up on me From minglin' them ol' pussy ass niggas and dog ass bitches Old get bit by the youngins I swear to God that them puppies 'll ya Field of dreams, come true if you build it So I myself if y'all can dig it Kendra Ross] Everywhere I go we up Everywhere I go we up I know you you shinin' nigga, so what? It going down til we showed up You know going down-n-n You know it's going
2: Talib Kweli] Across the or across the border See my second line deep I'm from New Orleans You a nigga type that'll call the law So the slaughter I get my thoughts in order Seen your rapper on stage you and little crew We so sick of these dudes grew and the audience boo We had enough of your excuse Living in the world of my own Life a gunfight, a knife is only weapon You don't really know the fuck you stepped in chill right now, life such a blessing Save the feedback, the weed at? me at an intervention You the one who an intervention To stop you interruptin' sessions Wow that's such a nasty Wow marijuana marriage got my wifey jealous I get selfish when I'm fuckin' classics Amsterdam or California, Washington, Oregon or we blaze in the club the Jamaican bud Got me feelin' so special, no
[Verse 3: Big Hey ya I emerge from the south with the mind to get Cup of some drank keep it in my ways Livin' life tryna catch me a In the same state used to wholesale slaves tight nigga hold up Presidential when I up, like a playa do She in love put nothing purest the drug in a day or two That's a playa move, in this game of life can't cruisade or You gotta be willin' to be the villain to give it [?] gator I heard it from an old kid, say I had an old school soul Told me I was bound to be great, never fall for the And never ever chase no ho, gotta make dough my seal, pop my trunk and work my wheel Cause every now and then, on times That I have dimes to fuck or dough to spend So I gotta keep my mind right, forever run from the I don't no fame, my aura shine so bright I'm a star in my own right, loyal to the game