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[2Pac talking]
Imagine if you could go back, actually talk to the muthafuckas
that put us here (ha ha ha)you know, the first muthafuckaz
that came into the slave shit (excuse me, excuse me, look)
[Verse 1] 2Pac
We back for everything you owe, no longer opressed
Cause now we over-throne those that placed us in this rotten mess
Unless we agree on strategy and pick our enemies RIDE
Who stands accused of the abuse my own kind to RIDE
Pardon, not dis-reguaridin' what you thinkin'
But you must abandon ship, cause once I rip, your whole shit is sinkin'
Supreme autiology, you claim the whole
Claimin' that we all drug-dealers with empy souls
That you should tempt me to roll, commit to violence
In the mists of an act of war, witnesses left silent
Shatter, black tylin-style, thoughts I throw
It remains in your brain, then ofcouse it grows
Maybe, even your babies can produce and rise
Picture a life where black babies can survive pass-fire
But we must have hope, quotin' the reverend from the pope
But refuse to turn the other cheek, we must defeat the evil coprait
Lace me with words of destruction, and I'll explode
But supply me with the will to survive, and watch the world grow
This ain't my talkin' 'bout problems, I bring solution
Wisdom, restitution, stipulated through the constitution
You violated, now I'm back to haunt your nights
Listen to the screams of the lives you sacrificed
And incase you don't know, ghetto-born, black seeds still grow
We comin' back for everything you owe
[chorus]by: ???
I'm comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me
Muthafuckas are runnin' and duckin'
(how do you pleed Mr. Shakur ?
how do you pleed? how do I pleed? yes sir,
how do you pleed? you know how I pleed,
come on !!!)
I'm a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality
All my missles, guns, gernades, pull out the penn, free
I'm comin', comin'
[Verse 2] 2Pac
Not guilty on the grounds of insanity, it was him or me
Bustin' at my innocent family, say they lookin' for keys
I was home alone, blind to the Prelude
Bustin', talkin' bout "where is the quelos", "what you say fool !?!?"
"Where in the hell is the search warrant !?!?" "no feed-back" is what he uttered
Before he screamed "Nigga-muthafucka"
Dropped me to my knees, I proceed to bleed
Sufferin' them "Way-No" blows to my hands and knees
Will I survive? as God whatchin'
I grab his gat and bust in self defense, my only option
God-damn...
Now they got me goin' to the county jail
And my family can't pay this outrageous bail
Try to offer me a deal, they told me if I squeal
Move me and my people to a mansion in Brazil
Not me ! so this is how it ends, no friends
I'll be stressed, and they just re-posess my Benz
Told the judge it was self-defense, but he won't listen
'Till I'm bumpin' in some federal prision
Givin' everything I owe
[chorus]by: ???
I'm comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me
Muthafuckas are runnin' and duckin'
I'm a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality
All my missles, guns, gernades, pull out the penn, free
I'm comin'
I'm comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me
Muthafuckas are runnin' and duckin'
I'm a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality
All my missles, guns, gernades, pull out the penn, free
I'm comin', comin', comin'
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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