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[part i: all falls down]

[intro: samad savage]
yeah, this the real one, baby, haha
new jers’, stand up, yo
like we always do with this
(—all, it all falls down)
this is what your life like— chka
yeezy season approachin’
(i’m tellin’ you all, it all falls down)
good morning— chka— all that power
uh, uh, c’mon, homie, we major
(oh, when it all, it all falls down)
stadium status
i fantasized ’bout this back in chicago
(i’m tellin’ you all, it all falls dow—)
i love you like kanye loves kanye— hah?
uh

[part ii: gold digger]

[verse 1: samad savage]
diggin’ for gold, quick to spit a particular flow
’til they feel me like cinema shows, i’m cold! the temperature low
she said, “that man is so bright, even ray could see he got soul”
plus, his yeezys is fittin’ right, you can see he got sole
man, i’m trollin’, stoppin’ me takes a toll cannot change me!
i happily pass easy_ oh, you ain’t know jersey raised me?
crazy! same streets as topaz, know this
go ham, all ten down, these other clowns is toeless
[part iii: barry bonds]

[verse 2: samad savage]
huh, the flow’s funky, can you smell me? i knows this
foes flunkies, loco dummies, oh so chummy
toe to toe? ugly, ho don’t want these bl__dy knuckles coming
slumping those running up, when i usain bolt sh_t
bow! duck dung when di badmon approachin’
i run it, but it’s just up and it’s stuck, i just call it “floating”
and i’m on like_ one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine_ flow ten!
i nailed it, don’t need a hammer, it’s easy, i goes in
uh, and i ain’t high, but these ideas from token
the first idea a white man had, a black man that stoles it
huh, i’m no cupid, but for the love, i go shootin’
and i go dumb, like slow, stupid, do it like we always do it—

[part iv: good life]

[verse 3: samad savage]
—this time
flow yay, no con, black folk divine
and i ain’t for the shuck in the jive
ye told me, “go ‘head, switch the style up”
and if they hate, it’s ’cause they want a piece of the pie
hehe, like that label, i’m good
if you got the cash, well, i gotta book
sorry! i’m too hot, uh, summer ’95
chi’, hehe, i know my history
[part v: say you will]

[verse 4: samad savage]
lot o’ people tryin’ to stop me, they’ll never get to me
this the “ac’ right, break a leg”_ uh, lit’rally
i’m not into peggin’, bruh, i ain’t got no b_tch in me
i cannot get pregnant, but y’all gotta be kiddin’ me
lowkey, the variant; ain’t n0body sick as me
y’all got me distorted if you thinkin’ i’ve seen my peak
the ones who gave up don’t wan’ to see you prosper
i got drive, but they already knew that

[part vi: monster]

[verse 5: samad savage & nicki manaj]
when i pull up in that monster, automobile, ya got a_
_dorable wheels_ stop! y’all all in your feels, locked to
horrible deals, shocked to audible squeals, got no
laudible sk!lls, loss of heart or the will, and it’s not a
marginal field, i’m a doc, give a shot and go peel off of the top wit’ the sk!lls
that last scheme last fifteen seconds, i’ve got to be real
they jus’ wan’ to k!ll, i came to heal like the squad of b_real
“samad, you gotta just chill”
never, because i wig they ass and my whip fast
rest in peace b.i.g., more cash, more problems, it’s sad
now yeezy made my beats cold, nicki made my speech flow
ah, i’m a motherf_ckin’ cheat code
[part vii: murder to excellence]

[verse 6: samad savage]
now we know the streets mol’ the industry, peep, yo:
from pop music to these clothes, who they tryna be, yo?
they call us violent people, ignore the tarantinos
that’s childish, but this is america_ too easy
we be mindin’ our own business, and grindin’ our own business
provide wit’ our own business, they set fire to our own business
they say pull ourselves up by our bootstraps
we did that, then they took it_ screw it, let’s get our boots back

[part viii: blood on the leaves]

[interlude 1: samad savage & nina simone]
i guess i’m jus’ too black, i see the—
strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
yeah, hehehe
you gotta laugh the pain off sometimes, you know? uh
blood on the leaves

[verse 7: samad savage & nina simone]
i’m just from the ‘clair, like my mind now
a jersey boy, but i love the chi’ (freeze)
my fav’rite rapper wrote “kick, push” (freeze)
uh, you crazy thinkin’ i’m not on my grind
if they tryna bring me peace, “wa_alaik_m_salaam” (blood on the leaves)
they wan’ to hit me with the piece? 9:8, the quran
they satisfy you with their speech, but have hate in their minds (freeze)
they up, and the very second that you down, they not takin’ your side (freeze)
whether you blood or crippin’, the green’s the only mission
a team? boloney; fiction_ you ask for help and then they (freeze)
all the ogs missin’, now you lonely, stiff, and
god’s your only visit_ is it worth it when it’s
blood leakin’ out of your black bodies?
i know it isn’t (swinging in the southern breeze)
uh, i know it’s sickenin’
moment of silence for all the victims (breeze)

[interlude 2: samad savage & nina simone]
yo
strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
yo, i said moment of silence
h_llo? please!
from the poplar trees
please! please—

[part ix: no more parties in la]

[interlude 1: samad savage & junie morrison]
—ell you, i’m out here
hahahahahahahahaha_
from a very far away place
_ha, we gotta keep it movin’
all for a chance to be a star
uh, skoodwidit!
nowhere seems to be too far
yo, uh_ yee!

[chorus: samad savage]
no more parties in n.j., uh
please, baby, no more no more parties in n.j., yeah
uh, no more parties in n.j.
if we leave now, maybe we’ll make it to l.a.

[verse 8: samad savage, junie morrison & ghostface k!llah]
i heard palm trees always givin’ off a calm breeze (los angeles)
when the sun beam, come down to melt your ice cream (shake that body, party that bod_)
i scream at a car comin’ at me wit’ high beams (shake that body, party that bod_)
after crazy_ass night, but that was jus’ the icing (shake that body, party that bod_)
off the wait, let’s go to my home state
i met a lady wit’ a cake that no baker could bake
said, “where you from? oh, newark? not too far from my place
’bout fifteen minutes away, so we should go on a date”
she told me all about this party happenin’ on the eighth (los angeles)
i’m thinkin’ i can get to see that ass shake, so it’s great
the day had finally came, and the music straight blastin’ (shake that body, party that bod_)
turnt down every girl lookin’ like “hey, handsome” (shake that body, party that bod_)
i’m focused on the girl that all the fellas was gassin’ (los angeles)
i made it out to shorty, she grabbed me and started dancin’
she throwin’ it back hard, i thought this was gon’ be romantic
lettin’ me get more back shots than a snapshot on a canon
but in the distance, i can see another shorty spazzin’
she like, “who the h_ll this n_gga on my girl?”
she got a look up on her face that says it’s her against the world
but i’m focused on this cutie wit’ a booty as she twirls
and as my shorty throwin’ it back on me (los angeles)
that other shorty lookin’ like she finna snap on me
and why she yellin’? my girl noticed and went from her back on me
and havin’ her ass on me, to huggin’ me like homies
i’m like, “hold on, this ain’t even a slow song (los angeles)
so why you huggin’ me so tight? i feel like somethin’ ‘s so wrong”
you think i’m dumb, so i guess i’ll play along (shake that body, party that bod_)
and while she huggin’ me, i’ll keep my hand all on her thong (shake that body, party that_)
the shorty approached us, she said “that’s my girl!” i’m like “hold up
when i said ‘hi’, she could o’ told me ‘bye'” — yo, what ([?])
the h_ll?” with these females need details
this the kind o’ sh_t that happens from where i be, well…

[interlude 2: samad savage & junie morrison]
let me tell you, i’m out here
from a very far away place
because
all for a chance to be a star
no more parties in n.j.
nowhere seems to b—

[part x: yikes]

[interlude: samad savage]
’cause sh_t can get
menacin’
uh, sometimes, i scare myself
myself, ayy, ayy, ayy!
uh

[verse 9: samad savage]
i was tweakin’, mama
i proceed with the speed of zonda
i’m a beast like the seed of donda
pick a beat, i’m regina’s father
give a streak of the ink, and write a
melody that’s so sweet, i try to
take a seat, but my feet won’t bother
’cause i treat my adidas’ kinda like truth
that mean i stand on it, my car a festival
too many bands on it, no one can son me, not
even a tan formin’
wait, that’s not money? what you speakin’? mandarin?
this what the fans wanted, look how i dance on this beat
i’m the one who put insan_ in _ity
baby, stop, plan on a bea’
i’m the plug, this electricity
huh?
leave ’em shocked like “pika_pika!”
got the sauce, bread, cheese, no pizza
yo’ bread flat, it look like pita, uh!
yee!
i’m a different type o’ leader
i protect what i believe in
got the heat and got a heater

[part xi: 4th dimension]

[chorus: louis prima]
gnignirb atnas si tahw?

[verse 10: samad savage]
blocka, blocka, blocka, lyrical chopper, pop ’em
came to get this b_tch shakin’, like we only dance in harlem
try me and get the perfect beat, not afrika bambaataa
you tryna be a gangsta, i’m tryna be assata
you sayin’ “f_ck life”, but i’m happy i’m inside her
if you ain’t talkin’ money or god, i hear “rada rada”
rappin’ for seven minutes_ “rap god”, “mural” and “lambda”
but music’s more than rappin’, that’s why i’m so d_mn proud, i’m—

[part xii: everything we need/stronger]

[refrain 1: samad savage]
—remindin’
myself it’s all design
live and learn
follow your heart, not pride (woo, woo, woo, woo)
remindin’ (woo, woo, woo, woo)
myself it’s all design (woo, woo, woo, woo)
live and learn (woo, woo, woo, woo)
follow your heart, not pride (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)

[refrain 2: samad savage]
work it, make it, do it, makes us
harder, better, faster, stronger
work it, make it, do it, makes us
harder, better, faster, stronger

[chorus: samad savage]
and i heard ’em say, “hah?”
now, now, that, that don’t k!ll me, uh
can only make me stronger, uh
i need you to hurry up now
’cause i can’t wait much longer

[verse 11: samad savage]
he was somethin’ like a big brother, but he was jig’s brother
used to practice his lyrics when i still stuttered
from “the college dropout” to when i dropped out of college
used to sing “hey mama” to my mom like she was donda
he was the weird kid who was hated by the genre
they told him not to rap ’cause they would never buy the product
imagine if he stuck to the beats and’ never speak
wouldn’t have a b, wouldn’t be the world’s top designer, hah?
imagine he ain’t go against the grain, uh
imagine if he chose to be a slave
he told me to never accept all that they expect
and sometimes, self_doubt can be a cage
we turned our backs on him at his lowest
we could have chose love, but we ain’t show it
if only god can judge, then we failin’
people never get the flowers while they can still smell them, uh
michael in my eyes, rise with the fame
south side of chi’ city, king horus on the chain
no one in his lane, never be another pablo
kan’, yo, also
kanye, to the
my big brother was jig’s brother

[part xiii]

[outro: samad savage]
uh, uh, yeah
uh, yeah
uh, uh, yeah

- samad savage

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