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Use A− / A+ para ajustar a leituraThe Gospel
[Method Man, Raekwon, Ghostface:]Oh yeah, coming through with my Shaolin crewTwo cent for a case, gimme St. Ide's brewIn the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cansMethtical's in a jam, oh how dry I amWith St. Ides in my systemCrack another I'm blessed, let's go get the next oneAnd get over, the object is to stay soberLay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeurCall me the Wallabee Champ, stretched out, could never be SonRicochet daily hit the deli for a cold oneNaturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beamLaser beam, laser beam, laser beam[Alicia Keys:]Uh, yeah, okaySingSo we all got children, products of the ghettoMomma cooked us soup, daddy did the yellingUncle was a drunk, cousin was a felonWhen he got pitched, he told them he wasn't tellin'Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crookCause every job he had they be payin' him off the booksGhetto university, knowledge is all it tookIn a tenement I was listenin' to the hookChange gon' come, the spirit of Sam CookWhen the feds comin', everybody get shookNow we doin' life like Eddie Murphy and MartinOn the chain gang, I was singing into the coffinThe roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracksCouldn't blame me, I'm just giving the factsTryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's atEverybody got a past but you can never go backSingYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)Tellin' you like it is, how we ever gon' live?If we ain't gettin' money, how we feedin' the kids?It's a revolving door, where brothers be doin' bidsI know it sound wrong but the door will be what it isSurvival of the fittest, this poor girl the illestBroke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebiesLife seems hard but nothin' ever comes easyWhatever's in the dark, can always become the lightIf you ain't in a battle, how you gon' win the fight?Gotta speak the truth when I'm up in the boothThe streets be flyin' birds but they don't be on the roofPoverty is a pain like you pullin' a toothTold the streets don't let me go like I'm Bishop in JuiceThe roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracksCouldn't blame me, I'm just giving the factsTryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's atEverybody got a past but you can never go backSingYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)(Gotta sing)Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)(She's a king)Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)Let me hear you say, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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