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    1. Legal Information.....................................................[0001]
    2. Version History.......................................................[0002]
    3. Introduction..........................................................[0003]
    4. Songs.................................................................[0004]
         I.     Group Home - Supa Star.......................................[0005]
         II.    Brand Nubian - All for one...................................[0006]
         III.   Special Ed - I Got It Made...................................[0007]
         IV.    Jeru the Damaja - D. Original................................[0008]
         V.     Marley Marl featuring Craig G - Droppin' Science.............[0009]
         VI.    MC Lyte - Cha Cha Cha........................................[0010]
         VII.   Audio 2 - Top Billin'........................................[0011]
         VIII.  Stetsasonic - Go Stetsa......................................[0012]
         IX.    T. La Rock & Jazzy Jay - It's Yours..........................[0013]
         X.     Gang Starr - Who's Gonna Take the Weight.....................[0014]
         XI.    Main Source - Live at the Barbeque...........................[0015]
    5. Frequently Asked Questions............................................[0016]
    6. Contacting Information................................................[0017]
    7. Credits...............................................................[0018]
    
    
    
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    1. Legal Information                                                     [0001]
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    2. Version History                                                       [0002]
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    3. Introduction                                                          [0003]
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    This Guide is based on the radio station "The Classics 104.1" in Grand Theft 
    Auto IV. I have the songs and lyrics. If you find something missing, feel free 
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    4. Songs                                                                 [0004]
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    Each song's lyrics from The Classics 104.1 Radio Station are supplied below.
    
    The Station's DJ is "DJ Premier"
    The Genre is old school hip hop
    
    
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    II. Brand Nubian - All for one                                           [0006]
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    I hit a beat and swing a note as if my name was david ruffin
    Quick to toast an mc just like an english muffin
    Dont worry about a thing cause the pubas never bluffin
    I gets headaches from the wack, so then I take a bufferin and I max
    I wait until the opportune time and then I tax
    But should I max
    Now they say sinning is for sinners so I guess Im not a sinner
    Beginnings is for beginners so I guess Im no beginner
    This is how I spark it with money in my pocket
    When it comes to having pressure I gets hard as a rocket
    Mc grand pu, coming through all the residue
    The songs remain classics, dating back to the babalu
    My boys I call em hot, the phones all of them jock
    And I can think of many episodes I swung in lincoln park
    No Im not a phony and I got a tenderoni
    Love the way she is not too fat not too bony
    Dont drink sanka, wont sink like a tanker
    Knock the boots of a skirt in casablanca and I thank her
    Some rappers stink like englebert humperdink
    Better yet dick caveat I got a bad habit
    Similar to the girl on shes gotta have it
    I think with the brain and I whip behind the zipper
    Im living kinda good similar to jack tripper
    A landlord named roper did a show at the copa
    When I finish with this Ill be paid like oprah
    So if honey wants to act fly
    Ill just play like guy and Im
    stick out your thumb and hitch
    Cause youve been cut off like a lightswitch
    See Im programmed to slam with the summer spring and fall
    Before I do a show I get some kicks out the mall
    Then I get my gear and I give trev a call
    Cause he works in the barbershop right behind the mall
    Other rappers tried to rob me but you know they got did
    To put it blunt, honey I smoked the kids
    So hookers back off break north here comes the regulator
    Cause you doesnt find none greater
    On file is a style thats why you caught a clip
    My suitcases is packed and Im going on a trip to mic-a-delphia
    I go for self and still be slamming
    The school bell is ringing and I caught somebody cramming
    For the test oh yes my study guide was thick
    I cut you with my verbal didnt hurt you just a nick
    Off your face dont play possum
    Watch me and Ill blossom like a rose
    And get some new clothes and a fresh fade from rob
    Jump on the phone and dial the now rule mob
    Now come one come all we about to get hectic
    If my crew dont get in then the x makes an exit
    To the rear Im outta here dont front on my brothers
    I take care of them before I take care of others
    Now wood bats is doomed in the ninties its aluminum
    Step to the stage with a mic and Im doing him something awful
    Im a citizen and Im lawful
    I go to hunt another fall rip the policemens ball
    I got the power to make a car stall
    I guess Im great from blackness and when the crowd slackens
    I stop drinking and then I start thinking
    About days in the past when derek x was last
    But now Im on the top damn news travels fast
    Cuz Im like that they cant see this
    Read my book it contains many pieces of verses
    I took the time to delete all the curses
    So moms reach deep in your purses
    And buy me take me home and try me and do me well
    Well while I reign rhymes pour
    You suck it up like a straw and jump on the dancefloor
    Cause every time I step in a jam
    I make like a door and slam
    But then girls try to turn my knob cause Im a hearthrob
    I guess its just a hazard that comes with the job
    Cause everytime I rock a rhyme that shows jamar is intellectual
    Girls want to get sexual
    Well I guess I have to cope with being so dope
    You want to be me, but cant see me with a telescope
    You seek and search but still you cant find
    Youre weak and it hurts to be deaf dumb and blind
    A supreme mind will take you out of your paralysis
    I grip the mic so tight I get callouses
    And your analysis is that the lord
    Rips rhymes into shape with a mic cord
    I do it good cause Im a postive black man
    Eating up suckers as if I was pac man
    Not a dapper dan fan I stay casual
    To rock like the j it comes gradual
    You got to know the ledge of wise and dumb
    And understand your culture of freedom
    Power equally with the gods
    So you can build and form your cipher
    All your life you must teach true
    Of the true and living god, not a mystery spook
    And when you do that pursue that goal
    Which made the student enroll and only then youll prosper 
    
    
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    III. Special Ed - I Got It Made                                          [0007]
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    Im your idol the highest title numero uno
    Im not a puerto rican but Im speakin so that you know
    And understand I got the gift of speech
    And its a blessin
    So listen to the lesson I preach
    I talk sense condensed into the form of a poem
    Full of knowledge from my toes to the top of my dome
    Im kinda young but my tongue speaks maturity
    Im not a child I dont need nothin for security
    I get paid when my record is played to put it short
    I got it made
    Im outspoken
    My language is broken into a slang
    But its just a dialect that I select when I hang
    I play it cool cuz coolin is all that Im about
    Just foolin wit tha girlies, yes Im bustin it out
    Im special ed and you can tell by the style that I use
    Im creatively superior yo I never lose
    I never lost cuz Im the boss
    I never will cuz Im still
    The champion chief one wont lose until
    I choose
    Which I wont cuz I dont retreat
    Ill run you over like a truck and leave you dead in the street
    Youre invitin me a titan to a battle why
    I dont need your respect cuz I
    Got it made
    Im talented yes Im gifted
    Never boosted never shoplifted
    I got the cash but maoney aint nothin
    Make a million dollars every record that I cut and
    My name is special ed and Im a super-duper star
    Ever other week I get a brand new car
    Got twenty thats plenty yet I still want more
    Kinda fond of honda scooters got seventy-four
    I got the riches to fulfill my needs
    Got land in the sand of the west indies
    Even got a little island of my very own 
    I gotta frog a dog with a solid gold bone
    An accountant to account the amount I spent
    Gotta treaty with tahiti cuz I own a percent
    Got gear out wear to everyday
    Boutiques from France to the USA
    And I make all the money from the rhymes I invent
    So it really doesnt matter how much I spent because yo
    I make fresh rhymes daily
    You burn me really
    Think, just blink and I made a million rhymes
    Just imagine if you blinked a million times
    Damn Id be paid
    I got it made
    Im kinda spoiled
    Cuz everything I want I got made
    I wanted gear got everything from cotton to suede
    I wanted lead I didnt beg I just got laid
    My hair was growin too long so I got me a fade
    And when my dishes got dirty I got cascade
    When the weather was hot I got a spot in the shade
    Im wise because I rise to the top of my grade
    Wanted peace on earth, so to God I prayed
    Some kids across town thought I was afraid
    They couldnt harm me
    I got the army brigade
    Im not a trader
    If what you got is greater Ill trade
    But maybe later cuz my waiter made potato alligator souflee
    I got it made
    
    
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    IV. Jeru the Damaja - D. Original                                        [0008]
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    Dirty rotten scoundrel that's what I'm called on the street
    Could connive and cheat but rarely get beat
    Ya see I'm streetwise a con-game pro
    Kickin the Bobby bullshit too smart for Willie Bobo
    Not stressin five-o hot hand in celo
    Live in the land of crooks yes Brooklyn's the borough
    Homicide central East New York
    Where the manic depressive psycho murderers stalk
    Walk like a ninja on the asphalt
    Here talk is cheap you're outlined in chalk
    And there's more hardtimes than on Good Times
    And most niggaz dedicate their life to crime
    So I'm steady schemin won't work for a dime
    Used to get tax free loot all the time
    Type slick can't fess on 'Ru because
    Before trains were graffiti proof I used to get loose
    Dirty rotten since the days of the deuce
    Dirty because of the skin I'm in
    The fact I have melanin automatically makes me a felon
    Even though I'm righteous rotten's what you're yellin
    But I'm not chain-snatchin or drug-sellin
    According to your books you said I would be damned like Ham
    Scoundrel opposite of the king that I am
    But wanna get funny we can get bummy
    Take you to the East and back again money
    Filthy putrified trick step past your sister
    Challenge the Damaja and you'll be history
    Mortal Kombat fatality the original don't sing no R&B
    Nasty MC deity
    Chop off domes with the poems that come out of my pin-eal
    gland as I expand you know who I am
    Father of all stylin I be whylin on wax
    We hack shit up like big ax and little ax
    Don't need tokes to make you jump like bungee
    Tracks real muddy like Brooklyn's real grungy
    When I come through I clog up your sewer
    Peep the maneuveur drop the ill manure
    So bring Mr. Clean Drano, and Roto Rooter
    No matter what you do you can't get through the
    Crud that comes out of your system
    You're another victim of dirty rotten
    Dirt up in your grill so what ya gonna do
    But pay homage to
    
    
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    V. Marley Marl featuring Craig G - Droppin' Science                      [0009]
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    It's Shan's what I'm called I stand tall and brave
    And me and Marley Marl is as close as a shave
    My rhymes lock jaw like a pitbull bite
    Suckers always try to sleep on me cause I look light
    See a lotta wack rappers try to rack their brains
    To feel a style of MC come on break these chains
    Speak now or hold your peace when I decide to pass it
    But every rhyme you ever had could never surpass this
    If rhymes were food the main source for livin
    You would swear that every line of my rhyme was thanksgiving
    I don't bite styles weak rhymes I don't need em
    Stop jockin me boy give me my freedom
    I wanna break away clean I mean virtually spotless
    And all year long I been schemin and plottin this
    If beats were cakes then my rhymes'd get frosted
    This is '88 and I still ain't lost it
    For all of those who still got a doubt in their mind
    There ain't a rapper livin bad enough to take mine
    There ain't no studio-illusion and no scratch-syncin
    Stop if that's what you're thinkin
    Write rhymes simultaneously say em in pairs
    And I would hate to have a rapper proclaim it theirs
    Instead in comin in a limo bring a casket and hearse
    Before we speak we'll hear the preacher from the deacon first
    We won't be gathered that day to unite no couple up
    Marley are we gettin this on tape
    All you dirty low-down better slow down faster
    Your technique isn't good enough to hang with the master
    I don't bite styles weak rhymes I dont need em
    Stop jockin me boy jockin me son jockin me punk
    Jockin me, kid give me my give me my give me my freedom
    I'm the opposite of what you say a slob is
    Dumpin suckers off is exactly what my job is
    I'm feared like Napoleon and blessed like Buddah
    You couldn't face me solo you'd have to bring your crew to
    Dump me off I don't recollect the mumble
    I ain't soft homeboy and picture me crumble
    And forget all of those that don't like my rap
    I don't be kickin that old shooby-dooby-doo-wop crap
    Rappers often brag about their bitin deejay
    But they can't do Marley nothin no how so hey
    It's clear to the ear what I'm sayin son
    That's why we feel like slaves on the freedom run
    And each and every time a wack rapper walks by me
    His head starts singin Come on and fly me
    I don't bite styles weak rhymes I don't need em
    Stop jockin me, boy jockin me son jockin me punk
    Jockin me kid give me my freedom
    We can do this like Brutus I'm not mad I'm pissed
    This parade of mine I doubt that you can rain on this
    You couldn't place my rhymes amongst mortal men
    When I be rhymin on beats that set the hip-hop trend
    I will always exist because I'm bein preserved
    Don't agree to set me free then you gotta be served
    I earned a name amongst society as lyrically ill
    But yet I'm loyal see cause marley hooks the beat up still
    There's no way that you could say there's a day I'd fess
    Hamana-hamana-nothin you can kill that mess
    My rhymes are ruthless no heart and totally wretched
    And if they was to fall down then the beats would catch it
    I don't bite styles weak rhymes I don't need em
    Stop jockin me boy jockin me son, jockin me punk
    Jockin me kid give me my give me my give me my freedom 
    
    
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    VI. MC Lyte - Cha Cha Cha                                                [0010]
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    You can cha cha cha to this Mardis Gras
    I'm the dopest female that you've heard thus far
    And I do get better the voice gets wetter
    Nobody gets hurt
    Do my thing with an '89 swing
    The dopeness I write I guarantee delight
    To the hip hop maniac the Uptown brainiac
    In full effect MC Lyte is back
    And better than before as if that was possible
    My competition you'll find them in the hospital
    Visiting time I think it's on a Sunday
    But notice they only get one day to shine
    The rest of the week is mine
    And I'll blind you with the science that the others have yet to find
    So come along and I'll lead you the right way
    Just clap your hands to the words I say, come on
    I've got the power to spread out and devour
    At the same time I'll eat you up with a rhyme
    But I'll let you slide cuz you accidently hopped on the wrong side
    Now come on that's suicide
    Hypothetically speaking
    Ok let's say you didn't know what you were doing
    You're new in town and you're looking around
    For another name to ruin and it's me that you're pursuing
    Well well well I'll be damned
    I might as well tell you who I am
    I am the capital L-Y-T-E
    And it's shocking I'm the one you're mocking
    Oh yes I've been watching you watching me
    And like the fat on your back it's plain to see
    That you're a wannabe but you can't be what you're not
    So you better start living with what you got
    Yeah DJ K-Rock when you hear a scratch
    Now it's time to kick a rhyme out the batch
    And you're the receiver eager as a beaver
    Time to convert the non-believer
    That I'm a roadrunner leaving you in the dust
    I can adjust to the times and at times I might just get quicker
    Than the ticker of your pacemaker
    More tender than a roni but harder than a jawbreaker
    So don't ever second guess me
    And if you're wondering who could the best be
    Think a second and recollect the worst whipping you ever had yet
    And I'll bet that I did it
    My fingerprints are still on you
    How many times I gotta warn you
    About the light It'll blind your sight
    But the rhythm will still guide you through the night 
    
    
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    VII. Audio 2 - Top Billin'                                               [0011]
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    I was on my way to the center of the sun
    When I lost my wings and I fell into a crowd
    And they carried me to the hole in the ground
    And they buried me
    Where no one could see
    And no one would be around
    I am a virus
    I live in silence
    I was on my way to a city in the clouds
    When I lost my mind and I had to settle down
    Then I had a dream of an island in the sea
    Where the lepers die
    Where no one survives
    And no one can hear the cries
    I am a virus
    I live in silence
    And just like the heathens thinking
    On our feet we believe in God
    And with one step, two steps
    Three steps toward the graveyard
    On the high road to remembering
    It seems that we forgot
    I am a virus
    I live in silence
    
    
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    VIII. Stetsasonic - Go Stetsa                                            [0012]
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    Brace yourself for the awesome and rare
    The real the right dynamite is in the atmosphere
    As there's a time and place for everything that's under the sun
    This is the time and the place that we have some fun
    Now take a see to check the pedigree
    of the band that's spelled S-T-E-T
    The rhymerator Dee-Lite the R-O-D
    And on the keys my brother D-P-C
    Wise, Frukwan and my DJ Paul
    We puttin competition back up against the back of the wall
    Me and the band that I just mention
    present to you a new invention
    We-we-we-we regulate a Stets-a-flucture
    So def a listen to the structure
    Formulate ya own but please don't touch a
    Good lokkin out we thank ya very much a
    Heed this style on the cartwheel nightcha
    Fight to the end I bet we'll bust ya up
    And ya welcome to a force that creeps
    Slowly but surely enough we'll defeat you break
    Straight to the letter witta hip-hop band
    of America London and even Japan
    And you surely will admit by bein a fan
    Nobody else does it like we can
    To battle us is truly a gamble
    Excellence is proven by example
    The ladies smile while the bodies are in shamble
    Back off Puba this ya can't handle
    The rhythm homeboy is definitely ringin
    The beats and rhymes are the chords that are tinglin
    So grab your girl let's start the jam
    For at the helm is a band who's in demand, break
    Ch-ch-ch-champ wit the punch of a verbal grenade
    and a rhyme that's equipped as a barricade
    Cool and clever crack I never
    Wit my crew I will never sever
    Brooklyn New York is our home town
    That is the place we always go down
    And every night a party goes down
    And when it starts it never slows down
    We boogie to the DJ's non-stop
    To the sound of the Brooklyn hip-hop
    And if you've ever seen Brooklyn rock
    Rocks it non-stop break
    Point blank our deliverance is me but smooth
    Stands out like a winner at'cha favorite tune
    All tension is released upon the call of the beat
    As you rock along to a funky treat
    Like a torch we're keepin you active
    Our rhythm will hold you captive
    We're perfecters of the poem we sing
    Mobbin in to the top with the style's that's addicting
    No doubt about what we capture
    A-nother classical treasure
    So productive and effective
    Chuck it out as a jam that's spreading
    It-it ain't nuttin like hip-hop music
    You like it cos you choose it
    Most DJ's won't refuse it
    A lotta sucker MC's misuse it
    Don't think that Stet can lose it
    Too much to gain to abuse it
    The name of the game is rapture
    This song is complete and captured break
    
    
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    IX. T. La Rock & Jazzy Jay - It's Yours                                  [0013]
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    I sip the Dom P watchin Gandhi til I'm charged
    Then writin in my book of rhymes all the words pass the margin
    To hold the mic I'm throbbin mechanical movement
    Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit
    The thief's theme play me at night they won't act right
    The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
    The mind activation react like I'm facin time like
    Perry Mason with pens I'm embracin
    Wipe the sweat off my dome spit the phlegm on the streets
    Suede Timb's on my feets makes my cypher complete
    Whether crusin in a six-cab or Montero Jeep
    I can't call it the beats make me fallin asleep
    I keep fallin but never fallin six feet deep
    I'm out for presidents to represent me 
    I'm out for presidents to represent me 
    I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
    Whose world is this
    The world is yours the world is yours
    It's mine it's mine it's mine
    Whose world is this
    The world is yours the world is yours
    It's mine it's mine it's mine
    Whose world is this It's yours
    It's mine it's mine it's mine
    Whose world is this
    The world is yours the world is yours
    It's mine it's mine it's mine
    Whose world is this
    To my man Ill Will God bless your life It's yours
    To my peoples throughout Queens God bless your life
    I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin guns in all my baby pictures
    Beef with housin police release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
    Yet I'm the mild money gettin style rollin foul
    The versatile honey stickin wild golden child
    Dwellin in the Rotten Apple you get tackled
    Or caught by the devil's lasso shit is a hassle
    There's no days for broke days we sell it smoke pays
    While all the old folks pray, to Je-sus' soakin they sins in trays
    of holy water odds against Nas are slaughter
    Thinkin a word best describin my life, to name my daughter
    My strength my son the star will be my resurrection
    Born in correction all the wrong shit I did he'll lead a right direction
    How ya livin large, a broker charge cards are mediocre
    You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker
    It's yours
    It's mine it's mine it's mine
    Whose world is this
    The world is yours the world is yours
    It's mine it's mine it's mine
    Whose world is this It's yours
    It's mine it's mine it's mine
    Whose world is this
    Yo, the world is yours the world is yours
    It's mine it's mine it's mine
    Whose world is this It's yours!
    Break it down
    I'm the young city bandit hold myself down singlehanded
    For murder raps I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
    Born alone die alone no crew to keep my crown or throne
    I'm deep by sound alone caved inside in a thousand miles from home
    I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow
    Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
    Trying to maintain I flip fill the clip to the tip
    Picturin my peeps now the income make my heartbeat skip
    And I'm amped up they locked the champ up even my brain's in handcuffs
    Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom
    The crew is lampin big Willie style
    Check the chip toothed smile plus I profile wild
    Stash through the flock wools burnin dollars to light my stove
    Walk the blocks wit a bop checkin Danes plus the games
    people play bust the problems of the world today
    It's yours
    It's mine it's mine it's mine
    Whose world is this
    The world is yours the world is yours
    It's mine it's mine it's mine
    Whose world is this It's yours
    It's mine it's mine it's mine
    Whose world is this
    Yeah the world is yours the world is yours
    It's mine it's mine it's mine
    Whose world is this It's yours
    Break it down
    Yea aight
    To everybody in Queens the foundation It's yours
    The world is yours
    To everybody uptown yo the world is yours It's yours
    The world is yours
    To everybody in Brooklyn
    Y'all know the world is yours It's yours
    The world is yours
    Everbody in Mount Vernon the world is yours It's yours
    Long Island the world is yours It's yours
    Staten Island yea the world is yours It's yours
    South Bronx the world is yours It's yours
    Aight 
    
    
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    X. Gang Starr - Who's Gonna Take the Weight                              [0014]
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    I was raised like a Muslim
    Prayin' to the East
    Nature of my life relates rhymes I release
    like a cannon
    Cuz I been plannin' to be rammin' what I wrote
    straight on a plate down your throat
    So digest as I suggest we take a good look
    At who's who while I'm readin' from my good book
    And let's dig into every nook and every cranny
    Set your mind free as I slam these thoughts
    And just like a jammy goes pow 
    You're gonna see what I'm sayin' now
    You can't be sleepin'
    cuz things are gettin' crazy
    You better stop being lazy
    There's many people frontin'
    And many brothers droppin'
    All because of dumb things let me tell you somethin'
    I've been through so much that I'm such
    a maniac but I still act out of faith
    that we can get the shit together so I break
    on fools with no rhymes skills messin' up the flow
    And people with no sense who be movin' much too slow
    And so, you will know the meaning of the Gang Starr
    Guru with the mic and Premier raise the anchor
    swiftly as we embark on a journey
    I had to get an attorney
    I needed someone to defend my position
    Decisions I made cuz now it's time to get paid
    And ladies, these rhymes are like the keys to a dope car
    Maybe a Lexus or a Jaguar
    Still all of that is just material
    So won't you dig the scenario
    And just imagine if each one is teachin' one
    We'll come together so that we become
    A strong force then we can stay on course
    Find your direction through introspection
    And for my people out there I got a question
    Can we be the sole controllers of our fate
    Now who's gonna take the weight
    The weight of the world is heavy on my mind
    So as my feelings unwind I find
    That some try to be down just cuz it's trendy
    Others fall victim to envy
    But I'll take the road less travelled
    So I can see all my hopes and my dreams unravel
    Relievin' your stress expressin' my interest
    In the situation that you're facin'
    That's why I'm down with the Nation
    Spirituality supports reality
    We gotta fight with the right mentality
    So we can gain what is rightfully ours
    This is the meaning of the chain and the star
    Land is power so gimme forty acres
    Let's see how far I can take ya
    Original invincible
    That's how I'm lookin' at it
    I use my rhymes like a Glock automatic
    Any means necessary, I'm goin' all out
    Before the rains bring the nuclear fallout
    So let me ask you is it too late
    Ayo who's gonna take the weight 
    
    
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    XI. Main Source - Live at the Barbeque                                   [0015]
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    We fight every night now that's not kosher
    I reminisce with bliss of when we was closer
    And wake up to be greeted by an argument again
    You act like you're ten
    So immature I try to concentrate on a cure
    And keep lookin' at the front door
    Thinkin' if I were to evacuate
    You'd probably be straighter than straight
    And wouldn't have so much hate
    'Cause you don't know the pain I feel when I see you smilin'
    And when I roll up you start wilin'
    So I front like everything's hunky-dory
    But it's a whole different story
    You don't like the fact that I'm me
    I don't put on a show
    When it comes time for you to have company
    And your friends don't understand your choice of man
    They speak proper while my speech is from a gargabe can
    But regardless you shouldn't have to be so raw
    I'm lookin' at the front door
    I'm lookin' at the front door
    Baby I'm lookin' at the front door
    I'm lookin' at the front door
    And when you're with your friends I glide to the side
    Until the spotlight is mine and never sabotage a good time
    But when they're not around the fights commence
    I'm the one you're against and it doesn't make sense
    'Cause I'm the one that you claim to love for life
    But all I get is gray hairs and strife
    And I can play some ole stuck-up rapper role
    And get foul every time you lose control
    But that's not my order of operations
    So I should win an award for lots of patience
    'Cause that's all a fella can have
    With a girl who's shootin' up his world like Shaft
    And I don't think that I can take it anymore
    I'm lookin' at the front door
    My friends always tell me how I'm lucky to possess
    The best looking girl in the whole U.S.
    But every time you scream you blow your finesse
    Tryin' to dis the Profess
    Or twenty-four hours of acting sore
    Sometimes I wish you'd come down with lockjaw
    So I don't have to take in the breakin'
    You treat me like a burnt piece of bacon
    It seems like just two years
    Back when we were bonded and not pierced
    But now I keep itchin' to jet
    Sitting' in the chair just to stare, set to sprint
    Yo, sweetheart, you better take a hint
    I say it now like I said it before
    I'm lookin' at the front door 
    
    
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