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The Set Up

[Intro: Nas (Havoc)]
Uhh.. (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Q.B. since 1933 (no doubt)
To nine-six (nine-six motherfucker)
Check the shit
 
[Havoc]
Nine-six, Escobar 600
 
[Verse 1: Nas (Havoc)]
Check the shit
My mind's set, son got wet, I'm vexed really
They snatched off his Rolex, smacked his bitch silly
Why niggas actin' illy? Word to Will, he 'bout to feel it
I feel it, he shoulda been dealt with it
Them niggas sour, they put to much flour in their coke
And got the nerve to wonder WHY THEY'RE BROKE
While we was gleamin', niggas was schemin'
Seen the ill Beamers beamin'
Triple-beam and doublin' cream had 'em fiendin'
To get they fingers on the dosa, I called Sosa
'Sosa, these niggas hit the God, bring the toaster
Meet me in the Bridge, I'm bout to go loca'
Left my rat beggin' me to stay and stroke her
He came through with two fly bitches, Venus and Vicious
With two MACs inside the Volvo, what up God, I'm still sober
I need some Henn to bend me over, my nigga Hav gotta soldier
It's gettin' down, it's goin' down kid (I got this, I got this)
I heard he might not live, I'm holdin' back tears
Told these broads to put it in gear
With two females that don't smile, diggin' they style, yo
What up son? These niggas done started somethin' wild
You know the clique well, Rhamel with the gold in his grill
Tried to get a name, holding the steel
I paid attention to the females
Maintained bitches when it get real
Sos' pulled me close and told me the deal
He said both hoes'll peel
Spray shots and reload and still handle the wheel
Point 'em out, smoke a Phil' then chill
I laid back, Escobar status
Knowin' The Firm got it cornered, we on it, shit we was born with
 
[Chorus: Havoc]
Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo it's do or die
In this, business of trifeness
I finesse this, Boyardee, we chef shit
Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit'
Dangerous sons, step back let the TEC lift
Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up
Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo it's do or die
In this, business of trifeness
We finesse this, Boyardee, we chef shit
Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit'
Dangerous sons, step back let the TEC lift
Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up
 
[Verse 2: Nas]
Hold it right there, pull over
That nigga right there inside the Rover
I knew he'd be right here, I told you
Let's get him now, look at him smile, ice Bulova
Polo pullover, big links and rockin' boulders
He's stuntin', after he left my man like that
Without a fair chance to fight back, but I'll be right back
He never seen us, Sos' gave the MAC to Venus
And Vicious, lookin' delicious, handle yo' business
And step to him, shake your ass, try to screw him
Do what ya gotta do to get to him
A tight Parasuco with young faces
Can turn niggas Buttafuoco, of all ages
They was amused by the way they walked, way they talked
Only if they knew these girls had sprayed New York
If they had to, heard him ask Venus, 'Could I have you?'
He jumped out a Jeep, heard her tell him 'Don't grab, boo'
They started chattin', was only bout a minute, flat when
They jumped in the back of the Jeep laughin'
We followed them pollyin', he thought the hoes were Somalian
Probably when they hit the Holiday Inn
I grabbed the phone and called the Mobb and them
We laid low about a hour or so, these bitches movin' too slow
We both holdin', what if them wild hoes started foldin'?
Sosa said 'Say no more', we started rollin'
Before we got in they must have shot him, security wildin'
There the girls go, hurry up we out
In the 940, me, Sosa and two shorties
The punk niggas got murdered in the orgy
 
[Chorus: Havoc]
Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo it's do or die
In this, business of trifeness
I finesse this, Boyardee, we chef shit
Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit'
Dangerous sons, step back let the TEC lift
Lift you up, bless you with a shorty then we set you up
 
[Outro: Woman]
Q.B.C., Queensbridge motherfucker
Roping niggas up
Cause our clique is thick
Another day, another dollar
More money, more murder
Fuck this shit, Q.B. up in the house
 

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Awakening

Dreaded soul I know you not
But why should I fear thee
Your heart is a comfort
Your mind is fruitful
Woe is my own mistake forsought
No somber tales persuade you
No song or word flows unnoticed
By all means thyself rests
Though the waters of turmoil flow below
Shall the awaking bring forth an answer
In time my friend, in time
Then to depart my reflection
The mirror again is empty
But the morning fills it plenty
 

Bad Luck

Some people like to gamble
But you, you always lose
Some people like to rock 'n' roll
You're always singing the blues
 
You got a nasty disposition
No one really knows the reason why
You got a bad, bad reputation
Gonna hang down your head and cry
 
Y'got bad, bad luck
Bad, bad luck
Y'got bad, bad luck
Bad, bad luck
 
Thirteen's my lucky number
To you it means stay inside
Black cat done crossed my path
No reason to run and hide
 
You're looking through a cracked mirror
No one really knows the reason why
Your enemies are getting nearer
Gonna hang down your head and cry
 
Y'got bad, bad luck
Bad, bad luck
Y'got bad, bad luck
Bad, bad luck
 
Some people go to church on Sundays
Others, they pray at home
You tell them that there ain't no God
That they're better off standing alone
 
You're always scratching at the eight ball
No one really knows the reason why
You get to the top and then you fall
Gonna hang your head down and cry
 
Y'got bad, bad luck
Bad, bad luck
Y'got bad, bad luck
Bad, bad luck
Y'got bad, bad luck
Bad, bad luck, c'mon give it to me
Bad, bad luck
Bad, bad luck, c'mon give it
 

Real Peach

Well nighttime passes
But the dark remains
And I was feelin' like a little child
But I am loathe to place blame
On that lioness-esque woman
Who will go here unnamed
She was looking in me for a lion
When she found it so tame
 
On that erstwhile May morning
I took the 6 downtown to Spring
And I was writing something elegiac
That I never learned to sing
But I think it was this song
Just four years premature
And I remember crossing out the line
- 'All is fair in love and war'
 
Well if all is fair in love and war
Then I don't know what we are fighting for
 
Cuz my baby she's a real peach
Even when the night come crashin' down
Real peach
And the nighttime rolls away, alright
And we're comin' back to the demon-killing work of love... my God
 
Well nighttime passes
And the dark retreats
I hand it over to my upper angel
Who visits me in sleep
We're in the field beyond the right and wrong
And the fallacy of form
Well you can call it what you wanna call it
I just say 'All is fair in love and war'
 
Well if all is fair in love and war
Then I don't know what we are fighting for
So if we don't care
To fight no more
Let's go upstairs and let's shut the door
 
Cuz my baby she's a real peach
Even when the night come crashing down
Real peach
And the nighttime rolls away, alright
Cuz my baby she's a real peach
Even when the night come crashing down
Real peach
And the nighttime rolls away, alright
And we're comin' back to the demon killing work of love... my God
Illuminate..
 

Eden

We are the roses in the garden
Beauty with thorns among our leaves
To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed
What is the reason for having roses
When your blood is shed carelessly
It must be for something more than vanity

Believe me, the truth is we're not honest
Not the people that we dream
We're not as close as we could be
Willing to grow, but rains are shallow
Barren and wind-scattered seed
On stone and dry land we will be

Waiting for the light arisen
To flood inside the prison
And in that time
Kind words alone will teach us
No bitterness will reach us
Reason will be guided in another way

All in time...

But the clock is another demon
That devours our time in Eden
In our Paradise
Will our eyes see well beneath us, flowers all divine
Is there still time?
If we wake to discover in life a precious love
Will that waking become more heavenly?