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Rush A Show Of Hands Live

And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start To mold a new reality Closer to the heart, closer to the heart The blacksmith and the artist

us Must rise and save us from ourselves Quick to judge, quick to anger Slow to understand Ignorance and prejudice And fear walk hand in hand

nigga (get that doe) [Chris Ward] Scavenger, Chris Ward I was raised that way Live in the streets, cause it pays that way (get that doe) Hand me the

known to clown and Get Around, that's my word See you walkin and you lookin good, yes indeed Got a body like a sex fiend, you're killin me witcha attitude

kids who in a month or so Make that money sellin ya-yo Pushin a drug, I can't understand Destroyin a life with a buck in the hand Play rotten slum chain

pumpin til the year two thousand [J-Ro] and fourteen, we'll still be holdin down the scene Comin fresh everytime like peas from Jolly Green Everytime we rock a show

thats sweeter than a fragrance In and out our business like a fucking free agent This my last time saying it Forever ballin off the top like in a knot

his kids have cheddar like a ritos Reset every month jacob see checks While niggas can't even front with a GS 3 Lex Aiyo I'm tryin to see Harlem become a

yes!" niggaz hear the "Eghck!" and they know its me Make a??em sick to their stomach how they s'posta be Sippin on a 50 foot yacht, nigga, motion free