Tekst :

Verse 1:
If you free your mind your ass has got to
But you re caught up in that same ol patent and trap that the homies go through
Searchin for answers without no questions
You thought it could never happen to you and your crew, but y all was no exception
It started out as fun and it was all about kicks (Kicks)
But each and every kick turned out to be a trick
Imagine this you got no family, you got no ends
You got no hustle, no muscle, no car, no clothes, you got no friends
You once was the neighborhood boss and hog
And no G livin legend like walkin dogs
Niggaz hate to admit it, but they know it s true
Damn near everybody in the hood, includin the kids, wanna be just like you
So, hear I stand as a witness, or, should I say a reclaimed victim
Written off and spit on by this really sick ass system
You can roll what I roll in the swirl from the smoke
Somebody take a vote, the devil is dope

Chorus:
The devil is dope (Dope)
Out of control
The devil is dope
The devil is dope
Out to get your soul (Yeah-yeah)
The devil is dope

Verse 2:
Things seen only imagined and in dreams
Until, the same nightmares in tv screens your teenage screams (Ahh!)
Cause the dosage wasn t right
Now his chest is gettin tight
And everything is goin black
But it s the middle of the day, figure that
But you still can t see with a thousand watt beam (Blind!)
And you need mo gin to feed your triple beam with schemes (Wake up!)
Cause traffic done slowed up like the one ten at five
So, you dance the street section at around two, to try to stay alive
And now you trapped tryin to play hockey with some tic tac s (Tic Tac s!)
And niggaz tellin you to kick back and bend back, but you already did that
And all money ain t good money
But everybody want the cream and honey
Thinkin that the other side is all green plus it s sunny (Yeah!)
But, money, lust, and jealousy most lead to treachery
From A.C. to O.G. to P.G. to P.C.B.
As you call for your locs, set adrift in the smoke
It s like murder, heat, smoke, the devil is dope

Chours

Verse 3:
Sunshine on your mind but darkness prevails
You move your sales from motel to hotel
Prerequisite for a blast, merchandise, cash, or ass
Bloodshed often is the door where personalaties crash
And it s your task to try to make a meal ticket
So, you can kick it and be swift with your chicken (Bock-bock!)
You s a victim and since you got your own mind
It ain t all your fault, but you gotta do your own time
Choose your weapon cause your first impression
Often dictates the situation that you find yourself caught in
If you still blind and you can t see
You better obtain yourself some glasses and clear your vision like DMC (Don t run!)
And remember what I told you
Remember who brought a soldier
I wanna wake you up like Sega
consume large amounts of dank-a
Man overboard
Beware of the underlords
Stay your ass on the boat, the devil is dope (Ooh-ooh!)

Chorus: Repeat 2X with adlibs in there

Tekst :

Verse 1:

I know a place where the trees don t grow
Just another place where niggaz live low
I know a place where life is fucked up
Make a wrong move and your ass get stuck up
Time ain t nothin but a frame of mind
And life is like a mountain or a steep ass climb
I ve been lookin for a place to leave
The only free place is inside of me
So let s take a trip, and you don t need a grip
But you better be equipped cause it might be some shit
African-American, nothin but a nigga
Had our fingers on the trigger, but I pulled mine quicker
I know a place where there ain t no calm and
You better stay away if you re soft like Charmin
South Central, Los Angeles, Watts, and Compton
A nigga on the west coast on his way to Harlem

Verse 2:

Now it s time to step into the light (Light)
Put up your dukes, there s gonna be a fight (Fight)
And when it s time to fight, you better fight right
Cause if it don t fight right, out goes the light
Take a close look at what I m freakin on
Niggaz think I m tweekin, but I m speakin on
Subject matter, data
Information that I gather
Through my travels
Cause the hardest of the hard, hit hardcore killer
Can t stop the slug of a nine millimeter
Everybody thinks they know, but they know not
If they haven t caught a cap on the block *gunshot*
So shine up your boots and pick up the pieces
Grab a fresh pair of khakis with the sharp ass creases
Ring the alarm, here comes the storm
I got a firearm on my way to Harlem

Verse 3:

I know a place where the sun don t shine
Everybody is a victim of neighborhood crime
I know a place where niggaz walk the line
One false step and they must do time
Since I m in the same boat
I must stay afloat
And sing every note
From the quotes that they wrote
So, I look into the past and walk the path of the greats
So I wont make the same mistakes that sealed my ancestors fates
If I had to be a slave I d rather be in my grave
If I get in how many lives could I save?
One, two, three, a hundred, a thousand
My heart is poundin, the devil keeps soundin
But he don t want my money, he wants my soul
So I reach like a tree, and like a weed I grow
My stomach is full, but my mind is starvin
Rollin in a g ride on my way to Harlem

Tekst :

*Violins and pianos are heard, tapping, and a conductor clearing his
throat to signal that he is ready*

Chorus:
Soul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul (My soul, my soul)
My soul-oul-oul
My soul-oul-oul (My soul)
Soul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul (My soul)
My soul-oul-oul (My soul)
My soul-oul-oul

Verse 1:
You can try to throw salt, but I keep my game face on
And the only thing on your mind is stalkin more digits than a telephone
Me and thirty-nine theives jumpin out of white Hummer
From Compton (Wooh-wooh-wooh), while your crew get dumb and dumber
Grew up straight out of low cash like CB fo
Now I got dough and you got one night stands like gangsta, yo
See on the low it s all gravy
But the threat of this new world order is about to drive me crazy
And all you want is the Lex and gold Visa
Bomb singles and stackin your chips like Pringles
While my rhymes jack for platinum plaques
Quicker than one time Jack Black s
I twist sacks and sip yac
Plus, the Invisible Man got my back like a spine
So, why you all up in mine?
Keep the money and the fame cause all I really wanna hold
Is my artistic flavor and control of my soul

Chorus

Verse 2:
Ain t no tellin
Most women are still waitin and sellin
Most of my homies is ex-felons (Convicts)
In two decades, rap went from Planet Rock
To crack rock
Now, everybody got a glock
And it don t stop
Till another brother drop
That s why I poured out a little drink for the homie Pac (Rest In Peace)
What s a thin line between love and hate?
A million dollars in the bank and you still can t escape
It s a small world, after all, you re clausterphobic, you can t breathe
So, store your ball like Christopher Reeve
It s the hater in you that makes you criticize me
Cause if you handled your business then yo ass would see
Nineteen-ninety-seven is still crackin
I ma get the ladies out their seat like this was a car jackin
They say the game is to be sold, not told
You can keep your bankroll, I want control of my soul

Chorus

Verse 3:
My jaws flip across sixteen bars like Dominique Dawes
But without no flaws, never broke a m.c. law
See, I was servin wack rappers at the school
When Bruce Lee was scrappin with Kareem Abdul
You got into triple beams and guns you ain t gon shoot
I seen a million rappers in the same Versace suit
Or, the same pair of locs, that s probably why you re broke
And your backstage and your ghetto pass got revoked
Scrappin or rappin what you want to happen?
If I ever come up short you the first one I m jackin
It s theives in the area like aircraft carrier s
We re launchin F-15 s
And Anti-Wack Maf Machines
Michropone, sittin on my vocal chord
Sendin busta s to the crossroads like Thuggish Ruggish Bone
It s the C-O-O-L-I-O, well I, wont fold
When I m controllin my soul

Chorus: Repeat 1 1/2 times

My temper s boiling like a thermal mire
My heart is burning like a forest fire for you
Sticking pins all over my effigy
The pain s no worse than the witch s heart you left with me
How can you fail to see my point...

I remember me sittin’ on my daddy’s
Knee
Dreamin’ about what life had in store for me
When I look back now it really makes me mad
The years I took for granted were the best I had
School was alright
Gave me time to fantasize
But one day I woke up
And I realized
I’m livin’ in the...

La donna e mobile
qual piuma al vento
muta d accento
e di pensiero.

Sempre un a mabile
leggiadro viso,
in pianto o in riso,
e menzognero.

La donna e mobil
qual piuma al vento
muta d accento
e di pensier,
e di pensier,
e di pensier.

E sempre misero
chi a lei s affida
chi le confida
mal cauto il core!

Pur mai non sentesi
felice appieno
qui su...

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They say
he do a little this
he do a little that
he always in trouble(and i heard)
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