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Kharma, "One" "One" |
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[Verse 1: Zion] |
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Yo, a te' a te' a te' a testin' one two |
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I'm sendin' out a shout to all the massive in the crew |
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I think if you could get into my space and |
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Thoughts travel at light speed of conversation |
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Hell within the slim borders of mind quarters |
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Seats in carport or servin' short orders |
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It's torment the way the Kharma spin orbit |
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I memorize all my trauma and then record it |
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It's all live, never been Memorex |
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To manifest faith through my text, let the bill collect |
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(Little boy pack a gun, little boy is gonna pay-ay) |
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Yo, I step aside trouble, boy in a bubble |
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I spit, do my thing, give me space like the craft hubble |
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This here rumble in the world, what you didn't know? |
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Have the rich eat the po' with they dinner roll |
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It's habitual, life within this digital citadel |
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Make me holler "Condition critical!" |
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See a pistol pull, seen a solution |
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Baby gettin' fed a syringe of confusion |
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Gun blast make cash, it's just murder |
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Ratings gettin' higher with insanity and further with it |
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[Chorus: Zion w/scratched vocals] |
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Little boy think it's fine, little boy is gonna pay-ay ("Kharma") |
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Everything you do come back to you someday-ay ("Kharma") |
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Can't face the sun so hide away-ay ("Kharma") |
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Little boy think it's fine, little boy is gonna pay ("Kharma") |
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[Verse 2: Zion] |
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Yo, fire gas lit, act like the Mac spit |
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Won't make your back flip, trapped in a casket |
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Reminsce on the life that he missed |
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Only sixteen when it came down to this |
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Videos, TV, action heroes |
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Blood lust, bust a vein for DeNiro |
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Burn like Nero did to Rome |
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Why you all upset now it's at your home? |
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When it was at mines everything was just fine |
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But now you start to see everything in due time |
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[Chorus: Zion w/scratched vocals] |
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Little boy pack a gun, little boy like Tanqueray-ay ("Kharma") |
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Everything you do gon' make your hair turn gray-ay ("Kharma") |
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Nowhere to run, are you afraid-aid? ("Kharma") |
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Little boy pack a gun, little boy is gonna pay ("Kharma") |
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Pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay, pay |
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Little boy is gonna pay |
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[Beat switch] |
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[Verse 3: Zion] |
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Guns and money go hand in hand |
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It's the way that the devil keep controllin' man |
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Rebels who fight in the name of Jah |
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But with sticks and stones never get that far |
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Seeds is planted, trees is chopped |
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Many await the day that Jesus drop |
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But in the meantime, live lives of sin |
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At the gates of Heaven, they can't get in |
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Preachers, teachers, holy rollers |
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Terrorist bomb, Pakistani soldiers |
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Mason bankers, ancient races |
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Fight for the keys of our sacred places |
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Bases loaded, we up to bat |
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Coulda hit a homerun, but we pulled a gat |
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Bad seed tree make bad seed fruit |
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Good seed look, don't do bad, too |
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You got choices to make a dif' |
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Ain't no weight so heavy that you can't lift |
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Everything you do come back, no if |
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But when you understand Kharma, life's a gift |
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[Outro: Cut vocals] |
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Flow has many dimensions |
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Rhyme scheme, consciousness |
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Flow within life |
