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    Pharoahe Monch

    God Send

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    My mom is in the bedroom, cryin' again
    Sister's on the street corner, lyin' again
    Just heard about another one of my niggaz dyin' again
    I'm tryin' again to make moves, I'll be damned if we go hungry
    Ever since my pops passed the responsibilities belonged to me
    This song you see is like an ode to God
    That he blessed my last breath to be Allah U Akbar
    And this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred
    Incarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes
    Time for war I'm tryin' to score like Bernard King
    My vocal box sling verbal cocaine like the government
    I told you I'd hurt the music
    Travellin' back, bustin' shots at before Christ was persecuted
    (Blank)
    Mathematically we live at right angles fuck the star spangled
    The makers of fallen angels, danglin' from moon crescents
    I persevere, breathe the air, inhale the effervescence of life
    This street game is stiflin', I'm triflin' upholdin' a rifle
    Peerin' from behind the eyes of God, we at odds with ourselves
    What is it worth when this barren metropolis prevail
    Scale the walls of hell, trail of a octopus
    I seen it all through the eyes of a needle
    Depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people
    Niggaz'll never learn we just concern about
    (Shit)
    Who's fuckin' who? When time is of significance
    Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent
    Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal
    Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil
    Credits about to roll and hell is the sequel
    Incarcerated scar faces in all places, crack sales rise, failed lives
    Cops and robber car chases, Y-2-K fuck up, you're left faceless
    Hustlers bury money in Garcia Vega cigar cases
    Give the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses
    Trumpet in tune, Pharoahe and Prince legitimate reasons
    for why they thumpin', hi, I'm the most endangered species
    By all means, survival is what I teach these
    First time offenders catchin' seven to fifteen
    Now, my vision of life, is hell and heaven on split screen
    Bust your shit like Mitch Greene I switch scenes
    (Snitch)
    Bring drama to that ass, that's how we on it in Queens
    What? Stray bullets continue shatterin' dreams, batterin' spleens
    I'm gatherin' schemes, had only cream just as bad as a fiend
    Take food from a table and get drunk to your death
    Now, feel it in your heart from the love in my breath
    I seen it all through the eyes of a needle
    Depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people
    Niggaz'll never learn we just concern about
    (Shit)
    Who's fuckin' who? When time is of significance
    Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent
    Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal
    Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil
    Credits about to roll and hell is the sequel
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