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I remember it all say I remember it All
I remember it all say I remember it All
I remember starting out with da Bunch in da basment
Can't tell me

Here he is! Here he is!
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back
I'm back to hop back on the track
I'm spitting like a narcotic, a lunatic, a psychopath
Got loco in

Take a culture you don't know make you feel bigger
Dressed head to toe in the finest sheep's clothing
Thank brother Malcolm for the diagnostic coaching

star
We hide alone by ourselves in the dark
Scared of showing off our watermark
We're made to be different but take it to far
Say that we perfect ain't

And I went crawling in the shadows of old days
And I knew they would let me down just like always
And I went falling, falling, falling deep below
Why

Well we all believed in that spinning ball
Indoctrination blinded us all
From the very first day that we went to school
They put a globe in your face

meet, kiss to kiss and say just what we might When you're by this world, it's gonna be a great land It's not gonna leave us in no devil's hands We need

bring me back some chaser
Won't catch me hanging, bitch, I want more paper
In your face, but talk bout you behind your back
Like some bitches, niggas be

to the bread by any means possible
I'm tryna bring Dutch in, like I was managing Liverpool
We can sit and talk, you can find out that I'm really cool, composure

Well we all believed in that spinning ball
Indoctrination blinded us all
From the very first day that we went to school
They put a globe in your face

we know na your half brother told it all.
Everything that goes around in a table
Must surly turn around in same way

( Ndia di Bad
Bad Bad Bad
Ndia di

completely out of mind
Afraid of what you can't see
Building a mystery
Working on your history
What are you supposed to do
Now you're out in the middle

Culkin
In middle school
My brother climbed the window
Used to sneak his dope in
O girl walking round like a zombie
She ain't had her doses
When I'm talking

I Want You Back

Joe Budden

Mood Music: Very Worst of Joe Budden

2006

mature, looked like she would shun me
And inside its like my pride had been took right from me
She loves to dance, dancin in the middle of the floor
So I

I packed my bag
I ran out the back door
In the middle of the night To catch the greyhound
I let it drive
There's a Woman in black
Sitting next to me

sisters
I was just the pickles in the middle
Not Malcom
I got a lot of brothers
But who would I be without one
I got plenty bars
And I don't walk around

in a ploy to be loved by a world who has barely accepted us
We are all different people to different people 
And so sometimes we forget to be there for

Never trust a junkie cause they always tryna score
Cause my daddy did it eyes blood shot
Money and drugs end up in a fucking mug shot
Growin up saw

are brothers all, sisters all
And we all have to share this spinning ball
But I live by your hand
I live wild in this land
As the night falls on us like

More focused than I ever been
Last shot on me
I'm in it for the win this is not pretend
Middle fingers to those niggas who are not my friend
We

Wandering through the graveyard in the middle of the night
I came acrossed an open crypt that spewed a fearful light
Nervously I stepped inside,

cutters
That's real talk don't studder
Man I put that shit on my mother
Make it wiggle and giggle
Put my thang in the middle
Give her wood like she whittle

Eatin’ food you can’t pronounce
Crembulet by the ounce
While my brothers do the counts
Feelin’ like a king
I got too many crowns
My flow sting
Cause I got

it make shit stretch
And I done seen it all
Free my niggas in the system
Middle fingers to the law
And for my B M
I done had my back against the wall