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Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities, and I must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines. |
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As the rhythm's designed to bounce what counts is that the rhyme's designed to fill your mind - Now that you've realized the prides arrived, we got to pump the stuff to make us tough. From the heart, it's a start a work of art |
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Wheels within wheels in a spiral array -
a pattern so grand and complex.
Time after time we lose sight of the way
our causes can't see their effects. |
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The decision do you want to live or wanna exist
The game changes everyday so obsolete is the fist and marches -
Speeches - only reaches - those who already know about it
This is how we go about it. |
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Time feels like a midnight ride
Finality waits outside,
Weeping in perplexitys' arms
Caressing our smiles inside. |
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Foolish pride
is what held me together through the years I wasn't felt
which is why I ain't never played myself
I just play the hand I'm dealt,
I can't say I've never knelt
before God and asked for better cards to no avail
But I never sat back feelin sorry for myself
If you don't give me heaven I'll raise hell
'Til it's heaven |
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Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' Dre fell off?
What, 'cause I've been in the lab - with a pen and a pad - trying to get this damn label off?
I ain't having that - this is the millenium of Aftermath.
And there ain't gonna be nothing after that - so give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap, you can have it back. |
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