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Around the bend, check the calendar, see when I'm gonna end
My vendetta, the same, contender since I was ten
I bend better, offend better, send veterans on defense
Pendulum swinging toward my endeavor, intend to never end
To die a legend or be the man in your city
I'd die a legend, die a legend, die a legend
Official Queensbridge murderer!
New York
To die a legend or be the man of your city
I never had to pick it, man, both of them options fit me
My name go down in history and though my circle gon' miss me
I radiate my energy through them words that you pinning now
Circle these walls, thumb through it all, learn to keep it
You knew me like a brother, we never been talking secret
So find the shit inside you, that barrel, that bottom, reach it
You never let me down just as long as you keep on breathing
So I, I keep on pinning that hunger inside me growing
That lactic acid up in my legs ain't gon' stop me going
It's back to back, I scrap with these demons that wear my clothing
You bastards asked my dad how these crackers
Have slowed his motion, they haven't, he kept on scrapping
It's toe-to-toe with these motherfuckers
That empty room just across the hall should behold my brothers
I toss and turn, but these demons ain't got a hold of nothing
Samuel came to my dreams and you see, he told me something
The hardest hitter you fighting has got to be yourself
The blame you harbor is harder, but I am here to help
That's Lucy scheming I see him, he wants to claim your soul
If I know Tom then I know, he ain't got no place in hell
You ain't got no place in hell
(And when you get up here)
You feel me, Tom? I know you feel me
(I promise I'll take y'all with me)
You ain't got no place in hell
(And when you get up here)
The hardest hitter you fighting has got to be yourself
(I'll come to reclaim my city)
Cause they ain't stopping him, Tom on top of em, bombing em
I'm in the league, Muhammad's in, Ali's a colleague
Stomping him harder until he's vomiting
Harvesting up my knowledge and, nobody's got this nog of his
City's asking what's wrong with him? Loss of him, make him call it quits
Saw my feet start to fall a bit, my hunger make me starve again
Promised him eat these charlatans
Till nothing left you farther than any of those fuckers
Art has been, Sam you gave me the starter kit
Feel it up in my heart, so who's the king
Came from the bottom, brother, with stains on my shirt
And what you expected from me, I came from the dirt
Yeah, you been my motivator, these songs that I sing
Picture a peasant passing from palms, who's the king
And just like our younger years, you were smaller on my back
I'll carry you out the water, back to your mom and dad
I'll sit there and pray for your physical until it's done
And then will my broken body, relearn it's way to run
Relearn your way to run, make it your home, make it your home
Relearn your way to run! Make it your home, make it your home
Samuel, you feel me, Tom, and I know that you gon' relearn your way to run
Samuel A Manuel
I bid you well, until the ashes we came from are one
I bid you well
Samuel