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Odds Are You Listening

utter boredom Are you really listening? Say yes or no in all the right places Now your eyes are blistering Are these things of fascination Or are they

long Thank y'all for ridin' with a nigga As we continue on, you are now listenin' to the sounds Of the world famous, you know my name, you know my name

The options, get shot, go to jail, or getcha ass kicked The lawyers, the part, they are, of the puzzle The release, the warning, "Try not, to get in trouble" The snitches, the odds

for this shit.) Now sit back and listen to 'em, but keep your eyes open.. 1,2,3,4! Verse 1: (Moka Only) I'm psycho-sematic, you might know the static

close to the words I wrote Crack, cocaine are genocide on black folks Cool when I write mine, never coulda missed this Damn right when you think seditious And I move swiftly, you

long Thank y'all for ridin' with a nigga As we continue on, you are now listenin' to the sounds Of the world famous, you know my name, you know my name

my feet and just even the odds But he just knocks me back down and screams at my mom He starts seeing a bond between me and these pictures He says 'look at these niggas, what are

cryin' face Don't look so sad, You've missed the point I'm still so glad I knew You, against the odds I'll take my chances and burn this candle through You

no giving up, no giving in When push comes to shove You got to fight for what you love You do what you must, do what you can (Passion speaks) Let them hear you