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The night's a dark lord, well dressed, inducing our Sun |
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Upon the dawning of a full day he usually will come |
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Galloping upon his winged horse |
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Leaving trails of Stars across the planet, night scene of New York |
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comes to life with lights, pubs, clubs with thugs |
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Mobsters, gangsters, criminals, dealers with drugs |
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Loud music, crowds are moving, up and down blocks |
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In and out of spots, cops watch for a foul shooting |
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So how're we moving? |
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My soul scour through the clouds where the moon'll sit |
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Like the wise Owl searching through a gloomy mist |
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Six, or bring a casket down to his tomb |
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Another child gets pushed through the uterus |
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From the womb we're intuitive, eternal peace or damnation? |
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Depending what we do with it, a genius or a lunatic? |
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A general or a fugitive? It's 'Essential' |
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[Interlude: Killah Priest] |
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Word!, it's 'Essential' to be a man of your words |
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Take care of your seeds, to the young kids, honour your mother |
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[Killah Priest] |
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The greedy night is full of demon's smiles |
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And every hustler wear horns and every fiend comes from the ground |
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The FBI got satellite radar screening our child |
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Jacking off to our chaos, the Beast get aroused |
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There's another world with under bosses, rich not into flossing |
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Put hits on certain lawman, who pick or run for office |
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If they switch then the guns are brought in |
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Who parted with professional ballplayers with big endorsements |
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Who love to trick a hoe that sniff blowing bathroom toilets |
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They're alcoholics, going through mad divorces |
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See their wives in the papers with half their fortune |
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Then there's the Mob - leaving tips, a hundred bucks at the bar |
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Big spenders, around the dealer, shuffling cards |
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Evil laughter, puffing cigars, in a room full of goons |
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Tats cover their bullet wounds, rats are pulled from the Lagoons |
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Mexican mob doing shots of tequila, live niggaz |
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Throwing up knots in their pictures with gang signs |
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At the same time, if crack was a wars and you can frame nines |
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You would have plaques of coke scales of money stacks |
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But there is another party with Presidents, CIA Intelligence |
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The Federal Defense, Executives with the Aliens |
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Iraqi's and Israelians and by the time of my demise |
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The one who talked to Cane should rise |
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The second time while Abel blood rain from the skies |
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And who knows where my soul will fly? |
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I'm in the cemetery on top of a dark hillside |
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It's 'Essential'... |
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[Interlude: Killah Priest] |
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Everything's 'Essential', to the single black mothers |
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who's handling business, always about their paper and doing their numbers |
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It's 'Essential', nah'mean? (It's +Essential+) |
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To the youth out there - be a soldier |
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Take care of yours, keep it health; always keep a clear mind |
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Look at the world in front of you, you know? |
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[Killah Priest] |
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Snow fills the night air as the wind throws her thick white hair |
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Across her face, icicles appear, fall from space |
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Like tears, white frosts like flakes |
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I'm with my peers, remorse at the wake |
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So many cats I know I lost this way |
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Sprayed up by bullets, I'm in my woolrich we crossed them graves |
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My man spoke mad hoarse from pain |
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He said "Yo Priest, just think of what we've lost today" |
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The city lights are like the ice around the rich mans wrist |
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Where every hustler, big dreamer, praiser, grants or wish |
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By myself, right off the Belt 'til I hit the Van Wyk |
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Cruising, jigsaw my thoughts, I need a plan to exist |
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Should I get on like them Cuban guerrillas? |
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Fly to their country make a truce with their killers? |
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Move in a Villa, come with few of my niggaz |
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They come with theirs; we politic on struggle and social affairs |
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While toasting beers, my man had cunning ideas to get rich with mobsters |
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But what if it didn't prosper? Look what they did to Hoffa |
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My feet buried in the sands out in Nicaragua |
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Or on a cruise out to Venezuela |
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On a ship with a pool, designer clothes and expensive tailors |
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Sipping cappuccino favourite flavour French vanilla |
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Exotic foods, catching shrimp, no more minutes failure |
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The Offering's the movie; my other albums are just trailers |
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I can't hardly sit through the news, watching this fictional tune |
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Political view, the sky's dark as the Original Jews |
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Subliminal clues left in the hieroglyphs |
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Where the ancient empires exist |
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Walk inside the cliffs of Cairo, read the papyruses |
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On the wall feel the Gaul off Judas the Disciple's kiss |
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At the Last Supper nowadays is a microchip |
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End of skull, my survival kit is a rifle clip |
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This is 'Essential'... |
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[Outro: Killah Priest] |
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It's +Essential+ to lookout our family |
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Stay strong, yo Ebo man? I don't even know man? |
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This is +Essential+... |
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Got me zoning out right now, but look at the world |
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The entire art, you'know'what'I'mean? The mind, body and soul |
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Yo, I just wanna give a shout out |
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I wanna give a shout out to the whole world man |
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Everything's +Essential+, you'know'what'I'mean? |
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To the hoods and everybody, you'know'what'I'mean? |
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Become your own Government man, become your own |
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Live, you gotta live strong, you'know'what'I'mean? |
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It's +Essential+, food, clothe and health |
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All that, you'know'what'I'mean? |
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I wanna give a shout out to the whole Brooklyn |
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Gates Ave. where I'm from, you'know'what'I'mean? |
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Brownsville, where I'm from, you'know'what'I'mean? |
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For Whole Brooklyn, big up to Red Hook |
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Yeah, whatup Shabazz the Disciple man? |
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I'ma shout you out, that's my nigga right there |
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Word up! Yo, for everybody who helped me on the album |
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You'know'what'I'mean? Since you came through |
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Fo'real, it's no life that's +Essential+ man |
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Shout out everybody out there man |
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Live long or live strong, you'know'what'I'mean? |
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This goes out to DJ Huggy man |
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Good looking on this track right here, fo'real |
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Just live long (Pittsburgh; light born I see you) |
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(Uh, you'know'what'I'mean?, stand up man, stand up like a man) |
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(I'm ready, I'm ready for the war man, I'm ready, I'm ready y'all) |
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(Priest is ready man, aka putting in work, uh) |
