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[Chorus]:In my heart, in my mind |
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I'm gon' win anytime |
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Tell me to wait, give me a sign |
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And I'm gon' shine |
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I'm gon' shine (9X) |
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Look man, do not get my block pissed, we'll blast your brain! |
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Two hundred-thousand dollar whips and chains |
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Crooked cops, crips, crack cocaine, |
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Tupac, Chris, |
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I'm still feeling the pain |
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Seven year-old girl shot and slain |
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What these all mean |
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We're goin' insane? |
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In this struggle, stress, mayhem and panic |
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Where I'm from we do not eat organic (talk about it) |
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See my mama cannot afford |
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Whole Foods |
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She break fast with a prayer, call it soul food |
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Where I come from |
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Let it breathe |
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Where I come from |
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No one runs when funds run low |
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In lump sums we choose the dum dum dum bullets, dun dun |
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We living humdrum in the slums |
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Where scum conceal stun guns |
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The word's mum for fun, son |
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Conundrums ain't pretty |
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In this cesspool called |
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New York Shitty |
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I call it that 'cause it smells like shit |
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Walk around hunchback or you might get hit |
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I knew a nigger who sold crack to his moms |
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The same mother****er sold crack to his kids |
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Lookin' like 300 comin' back from his bid, like"Pharoahe, let's get this money for real"[Chorus] |
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He said "Pharoahe, let's get this money up!" |
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What the ****? |
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What you need me to holler at |
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Steve Rifkin? |
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Let him escape from |
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New York like |
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Snake Plissken? |
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I told you from the gate that you needed more marketing |
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And these major labels is not listening |
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Stood in a |
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B-boy stance, teeth glistening |
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From the gold in his mouth, the summer breeze was whistling |
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I contemplated my retort, eyes fixed in |
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On a crucifix around his neck |
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I guess he was |
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ChristianJust then the police siren it pitched into the sound |
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Track to the hood so |
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I spoke with conviction |
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Spoke as if |
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I was 6'10", thick skin,Put a little bass in my voice like pitch bend'Cause where I come fromWhere I come from, we all come fromSky, moon, stars, earth and a sunMultiple skin tones, the blood is oneThe pen is the ammo to my automaticI bring to fruition what I write to get me out of the slumsAnd I'ma shine, sh-sh-shine, shine, shineShine like the sun, the world is mineEach line is speech designed to transcend time and reachThe unborn and transform your mindAnd I'ma shineShine[Chorus]New York If you're in the houseIf you're turning it out without a doubtYou know what I'm talking aboutJust scream and shoutEverybody say (sh-sh-shine shine shine)Now Detroit with the funky beatsGettin' wild on the streetSee the mark of the beastSay f*** the police[What up, X?](Sh-sh-shine shine shine)Chi-town, with the funky soundSoul by the pound, just get on downWhat the **** do you WOAH!Say (sh-sh-shine shine shine)West coast side with the mostHolding your toastBrag and boastEverybody say shine shine shineDirty dirty (repeats) |
