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(Intro: Prodigal Sunn (Madame Dee, Scotty)) |
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I put my time in, time in, time in |
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Shinin', shinin', I stay grindin', yellow canary diamond |
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(The Sunn will keep on shinin') |
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(Chorus 2X: Prodigal Sunn (Madame Dee, Scotty)) |
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I put my time in, I stay grindin' |
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I stay shinin', yellow canary diamonds |
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(The Sunn will keep on shinin') |
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I spit that music, so the world can feel it |
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Raw footage, baby, how you' gon' get it, get it, get it |
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(The Sunn will keep on shinin') |
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(Prodigal Sunn) |
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I came a long ways from living wild, Viva La Bam |
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Me and my Fam, a bunch of Sun of Man, sun in my hand |
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Under my pants, ready for war, Indian dance |
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My nigga RZA gave me a chance, to advance enhance |
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See the game for what it really is, the industry kid |
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Sound blockades for decades, the original spade |
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Mentally and physically, I never switch blade |
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Get straight to the point, broken teeth, bones and joints |
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Legendary in my own time, did over a dime |
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Still enough spite, with the cobra, keep a silver mind |
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Soldier designed, Shinobi speaks, the hope is divine |
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My brother's dyin' on the frontline, time after time, it's real |
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(Chorus 2X) |
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(Prodigal Sunn) |
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As long as I'm living, I stay breathing, leading, achieving |
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My enemies will face the feature, while I'm lacin' the beating |
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Vacation, no time for wasting, the game, but disgrace |
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Full of copy cat, snitches, homos, snakes and jakes |
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My thoughts precise, think twice to same my life |
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Cuz hell is trife, some sell they soul for pussy, gold and ice |
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As it was written, Zini the King, play my position |
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Born to fight, inherit the planet, thief in the night |
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My head right off that green light, my team tight |
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In and out of sight, power the mic, not the coward type |
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I bring the essence out of this hip hop shit |
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Never flip flop on discs like R. Kelly, you wish |
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(Chorus 2X) |
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(Prodigal Sunn) |
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No rehearsal, never commercial, yeah, spit it with verbal class |
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Take a drag of that purple herbals from urkel glass |
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And better to last, breaded from a solid past |
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I never went to college, but I acquired the knowledge |
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To inspire the market, the kids; be the main target |
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I teach 'em that it's real, unlike these lean artists |
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Survivin' the Brook', every hood; be the same regardless |
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Crack spots, sizzlin' blocks, criminal charges |
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Price of fame, nigga, shifty like the dice game |
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Ice in my chain, a small fragment of the dark campaign |
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The squad shall reign, double '05 |
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We still alive, resurrection of the phoenix out the beehive |
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Thirty million in the archive, recorded, no jive |
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Like John Travolta, I'm just 'stayin' alive' |
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And rest in peace to my brother, O.D.B |
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Your legacy lives on, forever, through the Family Tree |
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(Chorus to fade) |
