Shabazz palaces - An echo from the hosts that profess infinitum

Pinups in the shape of promise, arise

All that diamond dust
Flowin' up your hose
Flamboyant obstacles
Deals made to cope


Ignore the truths
Shots at all these soft niggas, huh?
Ideas in recline
Rise of the lost

Yea yea
Yea yea
No yea
Yea yea
Yea yea

Hey, here we stand
Slave to network's master plans
Swag's the brand, open the can
Change off, still y'all never ran
I brag, I boast, I kill, I coast, I toast to cake and crime
Doin' the most, a stronger dose, a king at leisure time
So, so, your grace of mind
Dope is laced fantasticized
Gang signs points to hang them high
Who, swindle? oh yeah that's my guide
The forecast he gives chance to blast
Hussle dough, sure don't seem fast
My kiss, my list, my dreams, my stats:
These certain things need not be asked.

Oh, you
You think I'm selfish, exist only to wish on stars
Lay in wait and cut the bars down, then go ice the guards
Touch the hood and go kiss granny, catch a box of food
Play the blade and feel that sunlight till you're in the mood
But who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think who you are?
Who do you thank who you are?

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