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Resurrection (Remix)
- German engineered for the American dream,
- me and my team scheme to get cream and green by any means,
- dreams of livin' with million dollar screens playin' flicks,
- new kicks and whips, chips, jacuzzies like movie scenes,
- no more triple beams, nah just plenty cream, money trees,
- green and up in magazines, and rap under regimes,
- it seems we could rule with our lyrical themes, vaccines,
- the way we're sick, the war machine, by any means,
- or extremes, guns from Italy, medicines from China,
- sippin' fine wines, design more shines than diamond miners,
- set it off, I set the pace, you're fuckin' up like sex in space,
- levitate you featherweight and send ya straight to heaven's gates,
- I've got the force, my soldiers call me Mace Windu,
- put a dot up on your head, now your new religion's Hindu,
- hip hop, come back, fuck the diamonds and Rolex watch,
- jazz and funk vibes are oozing, music's at the next stop,
- we keep the Tec locked, but forgot we got problems,
- rock it to the tip top and never hit the rock bottom,
- me and my crew relax, chill, and vibe, no pistols here,
- countin' money every day and make more than your fiscal year,
- makin' all our worries and our struggles just disappear,
- no more constant troubles, through the rubble I see crystal clear,
- rap, I'm gonna miss you dear, I'll always keep droppin',
- and poppin', lockin', never stoppin', the skill you ain't toppin',
- we see the vision, like Baby Jesus in the manger,
- release waves of anger, nah, just tapes full of bangers,
- that's my main shit, and still we party with this song on,
- Resurrection, Common, but the days of "C.R.E.A.M" are long gone,
- cash rules everything around me, with the song on,
- then bumpin' Jay Z and stunting, fronting like a Don Juan,
- watching "Yo, MTV Raps", "Cribs", and "Sweet 16's",
- I deliver Sweet 16's, reign supreme and chill with teams,
- no more triple beams it seems, dreams are comin' true,
- nothing more than release classics, it's always somethin' new,
- I remember when we'd fly and duck over piece of paper,
- and everyday we'd pray to God and think we'd meet the makers,
- used to the think I couldn't make it, never taste the sweet flavors,
- of fame, in this game I aim to be a name elite as Frazier,
- when he beat the Lakers in '70, serve 'em well,
- and give 'em Illmatic rhymes, hot and fresh, we the waiters,
- everyday I'd play and rapture, bumpin' that Anita Baker,
- nah that doesn't matter, just relax and free your mind
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