[00:46.29]The way that momma raised us was pure faith
[00:47.73]So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us
[00:48.93]Or lay us down to sleep
[00:49.44]Know the wolf from the sheep
[00:50.28]Or the sheep who cried wolf
[00:51.33]And threw the deadly hoof
[00:52.05]While the wolf was asleep
[00:52.83]I keep my mind a ghost
[00:53.82]Follow my heart the most
[00:54.54]Don't play fools too close
[00:55.05]Sleep with my eyes at post
[00:55.56]So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life
[00:56.58]The knife sits by throats of the young
[00:57.42]And blows death straight through the lungs
[00:59.13]As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums
[01:08.52]But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb
[01:27.93]But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts
[01:32.16]And the ******s by the nuts
[01:32.91]Ear, tongue and butts
[01:35.76]Yeah, they're trying to ****** us up
[01:38.25]But, ******t, you know what's up
[01:39.21]We gotta get with the movement
[01:40.74]And move men soon
[01:41.19]They consume every womb who bares
[01:42.30]Beneath the stairs of their doom
[01:42.99]Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb
[01:45.93]Chorus: repeat 4X
[01:46.41]Cause Everytime I step to the microphone
[01:48.69]I put my soul on 2" reels
[01:49.56]That I don't even own
[01:50.91][Bootie Brown]
[01:56.40]Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin
[01:57.36]Slowly broke into the kitchen
[01:58.05]To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran
[01:59.01]As I ran up and down the TV stations
[02:14.37]I witnessed Indian Joe
[02:15.60]Getting tricked out of this nation
[02:16.71]By a silly hillbilly
[02:17.34]Who laughed as the ******t happened
[02:18.78]Everything's the same
[02:19.32]The game continued into rappin
[02:20.22]Deception is at an all-time high
[02:20.94]You give a piece of your soul
[02:21.84]To receive some crumbs from the pie
[02:25.23]But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn
[02:28.74]Even though it is my soul that I do not even own
[02:30.51]Chorus: repeat 4X
[02:33.39][FatLip]
[02:34.23]I was po', black and broke
[02:35.13]Beyond a shadow of a doubt
[02:35.73]Ass-out, wide open waitin for my ******t to come on out
[02:37.56]Speakin about the time before I got signed
[02:38.91]I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line
[02:40.29]My big brother used to say I was an asshole
[02:41.79]Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle
[02:42.81]Of high school, why fool
[02:46.29]Wit' foolish rules and guidelines
[02:47.97]****** the cap and tassels
[02:49.23]Said forget the trade and tried rhymes
[03:10.83]Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2
[03:11.91]Me and my ****** L.A. Jay back at S.C.U
[03:16.62]I grab the MIC one-time
[03:17.28]Check it, 1-2, we in
[03:17.94]Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians
[03:19.71]Takin ******t to the next level
[03:20.40]Too bad I sold my soul to the ****** devil
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[03:23.25]Historical context: Historical context.
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The way that momma raised us was pure faith
So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us
Or lay us down to sleep
Know the wolf from the sheep
Or the sheep who cried wolf
And threw the deadly hoof
While the wolf was asleep
I keep my mind a ghost
Follow my heart the most
Don't play fools too close
Sleep with my eyes at post
So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life
The knife sits by throats of the young
And blows death straight through the lungs
As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums
But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb
But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts
And the ******s by the nuts
Ear, tongue and butts
Yeah, they're trying to ****** us up
But, ******t, you know what's up
We gotta get with the movement
And move men soon
They consume every womb who bares
Beneath the stairs of their doom
Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb
Chorus: repeat 4X
Cause Everytime I step to the microphone
I put my soul on 2" reels
That I don't even own
Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin
Slowly broke into the kitchen
To fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran
As I ran up and down the TV stations
I witnessed Indian Joe
Getting tricked out of this nation
By a silly hillbilly
Who laughed as the ******t happened
Everything's the same
The game continued into rappin
Deception is at an all-time high
You give a piece of your soul
To receive some crumbs from the pie
But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn
Even though it is my soul that I do not even own
Chorus: repeat 4X
I was po', black and broke
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
Ass-out, wide open waitin for my ******t to come on out
Speakin about the time before I got signed
I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line
My big brother used to say I was an asshole
Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle
Of high school, why fool
Wit' foolish rules and guidelines
****** the cap and tassels
Said forget the trade and tried rhymes
Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2
Me and my ****** L.A. Jay back at S.C.U
I grab the MIC one-time
Check it, 1-2, we in
Freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians
Takin ******t to the next level
Too bad I sold my soul to the ****** devil
Edit the description to add:
Historical context: Historical context.
An explanation of the overall story (e.g. "In this song, Eminem corresponds with a crazed fan who...")
The sample used for a beat.