floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And the streets
bunch of minorities die in the clubs They say my music's makin 'em lose it, I write it in blood This is my music for all my people missin my music Keep
trigger waiting for the right time Ancient niggas align, path of cosmic design Blood of kings ?cause Saturn?s rings don?t need no diamonds to shine Yes, the reason for
her locked up in their life And she was crying at night She was wishing she could be free 'Course mostly I remember her laughing Standing there watching us play For a while there, the music
now I'm in this hotel room I'm free and droning on But the music's way too loud I wanna skip to the next song The glass is on the counter The sheets
RAOUL: This is his undoing! ANDRE/FIRMIN: If you succeed you free us all - this so called "angel" has to fall! RAOUL: Angel of music, fear my fury -
it He let me share a room with ?em for a couple of weeks Sonny slept with his good eye open, staring out from under the sheets I was young and uncomfortable
folding We got tight to steal y'all spotlight and y'all won't even know it One time for Big Pooh 'cause he quit eating steak And two times for 9th Wonder
pumping iron against the sun the recipes of semitic vendors, egyptian vendors shaking their backs against the sun laughing with the sounds of sheets
You a bad girl, look you got your sheets all wet Squeeze tight so I never forget the teacher's pet I'ma get you for your paper, make you leave ya girl
like they forgot about Dre-day I don't rap for Free that's why they fired AJ It's me leaking through your stereo Envy me AS AN emcee prepare for your
feet While the locals interrogated for names and photos Work for 5-0, swappin' info for dough The word on the street, they can't trace my rap sheets
deep! Heaven hold her in its sacred keep! This chamber changed for one more holy, this bed for one of melancholy. I pray to God that
Especially no French-vanilla import who has the audacity to call herself "Brooklyn." M.C. Ladies and gentlemen, Saturday morning was never like this. Radio City Music
wait for handouts with their eyes upon the floor Oh I know you're set for fighting, but what are you fighting for? [this verse is not in the sheet music