Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
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With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
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Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
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It's a daily conflict between man and beast
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We strive for God and a better tomorrow
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Still suffering from the unforgettable sorrow
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Repent from thy sins, son, and walk ye straight
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Stop talkin' all that trash, boy, and talk ye straight
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Afflicted by the pressures of life at every vital point
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Still, I wouldn't give an oint'
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Or flinch an inch or pitch a pinch
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Off the pie or ever try to try your wench
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Confronted by the Devil Himself and stayed strong
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You think you can take the king, now meet Kong
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Strong as the base of a mountain, there's no countin'
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How many MCs have sprung from our fountain
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Fifty-thou' a year process to make this combination
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I'm not givin' mine away to Satan
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Although I know that he's awaitin'
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To get a hold of my biochemical equation
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I'ma slip him, son, I'ma dip him, son
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When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son
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Fifty-thou' a year process to make this combination
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Ninety-nine elements, biochemical manifestation
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I'm not giving mines away to Satan
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Although, I know that he's awaitin'
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I'ma slip him, son, I'ma dip him, son
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When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son
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Bet, ahk straight to the head with the pet rock
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At least 'til I can get from out this booth it's like a sweatbox
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Trade a few bars of head noddin' throw us a stack
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Pay him and it's sewed up like thread and bobbin' bonus pack
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Invest in the first B-boy kid's show
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Live off skid row with jive-talking negros
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He wear his beard like a frizzly-haired grizzly
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And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is he?
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Is he in your backyard or on your front porch?
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Or standing in the corner of the club with the blunt torched? It's off
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They say he rhyme like he starvin' and sold odds and bodkins
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To old gods and goblins, golly
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I'm just a pest and your worst best friend who mend and rip space-time fabric
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Like polyester blend, not a hobby for no knobby-kneed lesser men
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Or sloppy like the rest of them, they probably need estrogen (yo, yo)
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Drunk or sober, son, don't lose your composure
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Semi off the Remy, mixed with Henny, Moët demi'
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Underneath the passenger seat, son, tuck the semi'
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Israeli-issued automatic black pistol
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The cop with the flashlight chew gum as he whistle
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Tapped on the glass, roll it down fast
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License, registration address to your lab
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They made insurance
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The reason why I pulled you over?
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'Cause the way you were swervin', sir, you can't be sober
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Have you been drinkin'? Breathe into the breathalyzer
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Get out the car, please, follow this exercise, sir
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Put one finger on your nose now
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Now from heel to toe walk in a straight line, ten paces down the road
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My homeboy, Kano used to do the mashed potato or cartwheel
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And then spin out like a tornado
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They used to chase him, right but, son, he would always shake 'em
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Then come and puff bowls and make beats inside my basement
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Drunk or sober, never lose your composure
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Stress on the brain cause pain and stomach ulcers
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If you can't understand then come closer
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We civilized the uncivilized that we supposed to
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Drunk or sober, never lose your composure
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Mic in your hand, Black man stand as a soldier
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Stress on the brain cause pain and stomach ulcers
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If you can't understand then come closer
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