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[Skit] So, what do you think of the new album? Better, right? Paul, that's some imbominable shit, man! I mean this shit is like Rockwell meets Nelly type shit, ya know? I'm thinking I can cross-promote this with that Gary Coleman Christmas record. That shit will be bangin! Whatchoo talkin' 'bout Christmas? And Prince Paul. That's like some booty poppin meets (?) shit, ya know? Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to Politics of the Business ... (@ 2:10) Aww shit, man! Paul they still here Aww don't tell me that, don't tell me that. Look. I can't believe- We like two minutes after the albums done and their- Aight, yo, ya'll gotta go. I mean, straight up look. (Word up). I don't know if ya'll expect some freebies or what the deal is... aight... two more joints. Two more joints and that's it. You gotta go. I can't... I can't do this anymore. Aight look let me get it over with it. Two more joints that's it, right. Biz, Biz, just start it off for me please One for the t-t-t... w-w-wait. One for the titty, two for the booty, come on Prince Paul and do your duty Crhyme Pays: The Way My Life Seems: My life seems so dark My life seems so dark Yo, contemplating the situation I'm facing got me pacing
Satan's nation causing the devastation
Nowhere to run, to hide The disaster, diaspora, continues to divide When forces collide, pick a side
Pledge allegiance to your region and ride
But you lead the the lie
Led you to the season of genocide
The reason why men of died
Remains uncertain
The pain's still hurtin' Flirtin' with death No one left, close the curtain Show's over So I pray to Jehovah Even though the concept's way out like a Noah I don't know the outcome Now you know how come Chorus: Open arms might be too late Life slips away I can't find the words to say
That might ease the pain
Here we are tryin' to make the most of the day I can't explain We must all give our all in these changing days Your life bleeds away As we scream let freedom ring Don't let this world affect the way we sing Walking softly through the park to get to the swing Imagining a better day, instead of dismay Can truly sway the way we walk around Feeling like we truly found Our old bounce Receiving love by the ounce and by the pound Planting new seeds in the ground But here and now Which gives us no reason to frown 'Cause when this world shatters what matters is love is around What? Love is around, where? Not over here
Man, none of ya'll so-called Americans aware Do I dare? Speak my mind, teach the blind? Lead you to the truth that you seek to find? Like who's behind all the madness, the drama, the bombers Running game tryna blame the common Islamist World wide homicide, all them fools tied together Conspiracy theory. Ya'll ain't tryna hear me Chorus: My life seems so dark My life seems so dark Open arms might be too late Life slips away I can't find the words to say
That might ease the pain
Here we are tryin' to make the most of the day I can't explain We must all give our all in these changing days Your life bleeds away Open arms might be too late Life slips away I can't find the words to say
That might ease the pain
Here we are tryin' to make the most of the day I can't explain We must all give our all in these changing days Your life bleeds away (Chorus continues in background)
Yo check this out, right I ain't no playa hater But I'm here to play a few pussies See, nigga, while you stand there using all your heart Tryna look the part with your cold, steel eyes Nigga you don't realize you just pussy For Satan See I would call you female But you too frail While she held Queen I mean your existence is fracurally(?) vapid Like the slength of the whores you use to suit your feeble needs You know saturated soil and faulty fertilizer ensure your future seeds be just like you, pussy For Satan On corner auction blocks, lost flocks of brethren Now invested in by this America with stocks of cocaine Temporary monetary gain in exchange for eternal pain, brotha Stain of your false reality remains and ever imprinted actuality on your kids And in your kids as they too have to suffer with you through the biz Just kids Tryin not to let those lonely echoes bother Knowin' they father does not answer when they holler due to his undying infatuation with the dollar Has been street scholar now sees his toddlers through glass And as the years pass they grow fast and begin to understand Damn, Daddy didn't have to go away because he didn't love us Just that he wasn't no real fucking man Pussy