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The R & R (Remixes & Revisions) [DELUXE EDITION]

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"Bop Alloy's blend of classic hip-hop, jazz and soul is bringing an organic sound back to hip-hop that's far too good to hide behind swag." - DJBOOTH.net
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released 20 December 2011
Executive Producers: Bop Alloy
Co-Executive Producers: Karen Harbin & Andrew Thomas
All songs mixed by Bop Alloy, except "The Boy With No Name (Funky DL Remix)", mixed by Funky DL
Mastered by: K-Murdock

Cover Art Designed by: Jelle Smid | www.SilkyandSmooth.nl
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Bop Alloy, comprised of Baltimore, MD emcee Substantial and the Seattle, WA producer Marcus D, haven't set out to be the next group with a throwback sound, but to "make quality music that anybody, from any walk of life can enjoy," says Marcus.

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Track Name: Ocean Dance [Arrival]
VERSE
Sand in my toes
Bottle in my hand
Sun on my face
Darken up my tan
It’s 90 degrees
But I’m cool man
Got this sea breeze
And my biggest fan
Might’ve been stressed
But I can’t remember why
Nevertheless
I’m off, getting lost in the sky
As I come down, I’ma dive in
As she whispers sweet nothings I’m replying
I don’t wanna leave, but this couldn’t last
But here I am again, sure, I could’ve passed
Sometimes I like to watch you, ain’t gotta make a splash
I like it when you’re calm I’m fearful when you crash
You taste like tears
And smell like freedom
Could’ve brought my cares & worries here
I don’t need’em
See hon
Maybe one day will be one
Carrie my ashes so far
That it’s hard
For them us
What is it about you???
You always bring peace to me
And do it so easily
I can’t live without you
And I don’t wanna
Because I want her

HOOK
I like the way she move, move, move,
So I stop to say, “Hey”, “Hey”, “Hey”
Cause even though she’s blue, blue, blue
She’s sweet enough to wave, wave, wave
So I smile at her...
And she smile back...
I like the way she move,
So I stop to say, “Hey”
Cause even though she’s blue,
She’s sweet enough to wave, wave, wave
So I smile at her...
And she smile back...
So beautiful.
Track Name: Jazzmatic (LASTorder Remix) ft. Steph the Sapphic Songstress
HOOK (Steph the Sapphic Songstress & Substantial)
The music will take your breath away
Come escape with us lets get away
They said Hip-Hop was dead yesterday
But we back at it
And the sound is Jazzmatic!

REPEAT HOOK

VERSE (Substantial)
This is the soundtrack for the everyday fellow
Hella laid back, super smooth, way mellow
No say hello
To the crew at my left
Marcus D on the beat, background, that's Steph
Sound that fresh,
Add a touch of Jazz
Like Jazzy Jeff
And it make suckers mad
When we do our thing!
It all blend perfectly
Like Disaronno & Ginger we're certainly
The flavor of the year
Bangin' in your ear
So much love ain't no room for haters over here
Let me make t clear
What our mission is
Provide "chillaxtion" for our listeners
And I hope you let us set the mood
Just for you
Get in groove
The vibe is fresh
Hot to death
And it sound so good, hell, I'm impressed
Man we ain't come here looking for comp to outdo
Just want fans to know we can't do without you
Ain't shit without y'all
So we give it our all
With a soundscape cooler than the middle of Fall
When we jazz it up
That's what's up
I know you ain't had enough
Who bad as us?
Sounds so fabulous
Back it up...
Sounds so fabulous
Yo let me wrap it up.
Come on!

HOOK

BRIDGE (Steph)
(Wake up)
It's so fresh like rising to greet the morning's glow
(Rise and shine, it's us)
Marcus, Substan, and Steph in case you didn't know.
Break from the norm and try this flavor for the palette of your ear.
It's our year, and if that wasn't clear enough, try hearing us and know...

HOOK
Track Name: Chillaxation (Marcus D Remix)
VERSE 1
Chillax yourself, girl, blah blah blah
Wind down, lose your top like Mardi Gras!
Been cool since MC Lyte Cha Cha Cha'd!
On my grown man stee since my papa died...
In '89! Now your boy, Sub, smoother than Jif
Get mine, anything otherwise, stupid as ish!
By design, I'm as cool as they get,
The proof's in the spit!
Wifey looking sweeter than the cooler she sip.
A little Sax on the beach
Just happens to be
Exactly what you need.
When I rap to a beat...
You hang on every syllable, word, phrase or sentence.
So cold, I should change my name to Cryogenics!
My intention is to be your new provider or chill!
Slay you with the rhyme while you admire the skill!
Don't matter if I got me a fist full of dollars,
I'm MD, like Marcus initials!
Who hotter than Suubbb?!

HOOK
Just a little chillaxation,
Just a little chillaxation.
Baby don't be shy!
Just a little chillaxation,
Just a little chillaxation.
Put a finger in the sky!
Just a little chillaxation,
Just a little chillaxation.
Raise your Colt 45!
Just a little chillaxation,
Just a little chillaxation.
Yeah.

VERSE 2
Chillax your mind, let your conscious be free.
You're now rockin' with the sounds of S & MD!
Destined to be
Refreshing free of any additives.
All natural flavors what we're packaging.
Strictly the best bow down to none.
Organic,
Raw talent,
Come get you some!
'Cause I got plenty juice, y'all dying of thirst.
Mimicking my moments straight try'na rehearse!
Cock diesel, had chickens gassed since '87.
Comp' wish I would quit, they have to wait in heaven!
'Cause old or new school don't matter I'm never failing!
Now your woman winking at me like Sarah Pailin
She wasn't really ready for the job my dude.
On mics, I go dumb like I'm smart as you, genius!
Can hardly walk with y'all on the penis.
Kick plenty ass, gotta wash off my sneakers you know?!

HOOK

VERSE 3
Chillax yourself and all of that
As we author raps
And get this pull-up money when I body tracks.
Sippin' cognac,
Askin' where the party at,
Dancin' so hard that you 'bout to have a heart attack!
Baby stop with that,
Chill for a minute, love.
Please take it down a notch, right before you give it up!
Loungin' in the spot
Where they hate to give us love.
Can't deny the sound is hot,
Take stage, rip it up.
Watch what the music does.
Sax got you in the mood for love,
Or at least a quickie!
Women dig the groove so they're pleased to pick me
'Cause the voice keep'em moist and the beats are sickly!
This beats get busy!
In a button up, under a fresh Tee that's spiffy.
And you know the matching sneaks are crispy
Like an outfit for Easter, get me?!
Songs over and I'm out, Joe. Peace, ya' missed me!

HOOK
Track Name: The Boy With No Name (Funky DL Remix)
HOOK

VERSE 1
He was the oldest of 3,
Lil' sis and a little brother.
Same old song, raise by a single mother.
His schoolin' is third rate.
Only in second but he should be in 3rd grade.
Or was it 4th? Can't remember it escapes me.
Didn't have a clue that his little life was crazy.
All I knew, was in class
He would spaz!
Could sit for a minute.
Throw a fit before ya' finish.
Wanted the best for him
And I was tough on him
Until my boss told me the deal.
His momma worked hard!
Scooped the kids straight from her job
And would black out soon as they got home.
No spouse.
He was the little man of the house.
Fix'em dinner and put'em to bed on his own.
How?
So in school, when he would act wild,
It's because it's the only he had to be a child.
Wow.

HOOK
Boy... with... no...
Name
I once knew this youngin, I forget was his name was.

VERSE 2
He was a lil' playa,
Some say a trouble maker,
'Cause he would act a fool.
Came to see me after school.
Said, he wanna change.
Told him that it's never out of range,
Long as you ain't scared to work for it.
Fast forward,
He was in a gang fight
Over something petty, it ain't right.
But he came clean when he came to me.
So I tried to get his folks to let him stay with me
At the center.
Said I could work with'em, help to prevent a
Situation like this from happening again. But,
His stepdad wasn't trying to hear me at all.
He was fed up and said that it was the last straw.
Tried to check up on'em they would return my call.
What's that about?!
When we spoke, man, we had it out.
'Cause they told me that they him committed.
Hurt me to my soul, man, I have to admit it. Damn.

HOOK

BRIDGE
It feels like the world's against you.
And I can't imagine the hell you been through.
When they put you down,
Don't give up!
If they knock you down,
Then you gotta get up, get up!
I struggle to remember your name,
But just know I never will forget your pain!
When they put you down,
Don't give up!
If they knock you down,
Then you gotta get up, get up, get up...

VERSE 3
Ain't too many days I meet...
A young man, that's born with HIV.
I was there speaking on diversity and poetry.
But, you seemed to be more into art.
Asked you to write what you felt, didn't know where to start.
So, you chose to draw from the heart.
You were a young man in the body of a child.
Who wouldn't let a disease rob you of your smile.
Nowadays, that type of courage is rare.
The words that you hear
Can never compare...
To the struggle you face, day in and day out.
Every single day, pray-in' for a way out!
See there's one too many youth like the 3 I spoke on.
No one cuttin' slack but fightin' to hold on.
Maintain youngin's in these troublin' times.
And I care because your struggle is mine. One love!

HOOK
Track Name: If I Was Your Mic 5.0 (Marcus D Remix)
VERSE 1
Some people get cocky
When they realized they got me
Anyone can turn me on but not everybody can rock me
Perpetrating dopeness, your presentation is sloppy
Too much for you to handle so you sucker often drop me
In this line of work I get around more than a little bit
Hearing idiots
Trying to read rhymes when they’re illiterate
Don’t know who to eff with
This foam don’t protect shit
Drowning in saliva, now I feel infested
Saturated in wackness y’all abusing your friend
Don’t be mad when they say you can never use me again
Yo, I know I’m not perfect, at times unreliable
But I’m the only reason why your voice is recognizable
Don’t wanna blow me, but now you’re smackin’ my head
How ‘bout you quit yellin’ and try rapping instead
I missed being embraced, now I’m greeted with a strangle
When will they realize, I’m to be praised not mangled

Microphone respect (1 - 2, 1 - 2)
Yo without the microphone (What you gonna do?)
Microphone respect (2 - 1, 2 - 1)
Yo without the microphone (What you gonna do, son?)
Microphone respect (1 - 2, 1 - 2)
Yo without the microphone (What you gonna do?)
Microphone respect (2 - 1, 2 - 1)
Yo without the microphone (What you gonna do, son?)

HOOK
If I was your m-i-c
Do you think you can treat me properly
Instead of dropping me
And abusing me
Sometimes I wish y’all would stop using me

VERSE 2
There's a war going on onstage no mic is safe from
Tried to run but we can't hide forever
No more sixteens now they rhyme forever
And say even less than before their not as clever
And hardly fresher than the pioneers of yester
Year so their not on par with veteran rhymes
So much for getting better w/ time it's just sad
Went from "bad meaning good" to "bad meaning bad"
Damn... what a mic gotta do to find an MC
Don't know how to keep me in check or even test me
If you lack you control then you's a clown
To MC you gots'ta move the crowd
And be a real spitter no drool aloud
'stead of ripping rhymes for years they wet behind the ears.
And I beg'em to put me down man
They still blame they wack ass show on the soundman

HOOK

VERSE 3
If I was your M-I-C
I'd be praying for the day that I D-I-E
Man the crowd want to clap at you... I don't mean applaud
If I could, i'd hang myself with my own chord
No doubt in my mind I'm beyond SHURE that...
you can hit the RODE there will be no encore nah
They don't want more of that, they want a tight set
Otherwise you'll need a paramedic, me a MIC TEK,
Might get beat BLUE or sprayed
With an AK, G
They say love Hip-Hop so why they hate me
Least that's the way it seems, damn son
What u spitting is a bald headed SAMSON
The people want a NEUMANN w/ that MOJAVE
Spitting certified heat is his only hobby
Man u know where I be you know where to find me
Center stage with a world of listeners behind me

HOOK

BRIDGE
So respect the mic
And think twice
'Fore you rappers say whatever you like
Here's a little advice if u ain't controlling it
"Drop the mic, u shouldn't be holding it"

HOOK
Track Name: Universe Works (J-zen Remix) ft. Wordslave of RootWord
V1 Substantial
Take a look in the mirror, do you like you?
Are things getting any clearer, are you strike-through?
Do you live on lies, are you in disguise?
Do you ig' em or respond to your children cries?
Do you spend the time, to fulfill their needs?
Are you driven by money, do you live for a greed?
Are you even concerned with your people at all?
Are you the type of person that people can call?
When they luck run out, do you share with your partner
Or cut them out? Do you care?
Are you harder to get a long with cause you stuck in your ways?
Do you listen or you always got something to say?
And do you say something when you notice injustice?
Do you judge a man on what he hold in his clutches
cars and clothes, money wads and hoes
Do you lend a helping hand to the starving po'?
Because

HOOK Wordslave
What you do,
What you say
It may come back to you someday they say...

Substantial & Wordslave
That's how the Universe Works (That's how the Universe Works)
That's how the Universe Works (That's how the Universe Works)
Some lies soothe and the say the truth hurts
And um, that's how the universe works

V2 Substantial
Do you teach or mislead?
Are you known to deceive?
or prove to be worthy of trust.
Would you give a live show to only thirty of us?
Or half ass through it, and act mad foolish?
Are you what most consider a bullshitter?
Would you rather strive for peace or pull triggers?
Are you a lazy bum or go getter?
Baby got shovels for hands, gold digger
Get what you put out, careful what you say and do
Can't talk shit. then get mad at what they say to you
Quick to play games, but hate when they playin' you
Love to dish it out, time to learn how to take it too
No instruction manual, don't know what to make of you
Those you fronted on now take turns to fake on you
Reevaluate your moves, really think it through
Life's full circle, homie Imma pray for you!

Wordslave
What goes up...
Must come down.
What goes around...
Will come around you better know it, yeah
And you gon' reap...
What, what, what you sew!

HOOK
Track Name: Still Think Different (Acoustic Version) ft. Peter Lee Johnson
Some live in the moment or whatever
When I rhyme I strive to make these moments live forever
If you really want something timeless
Then you come and find us
Otherwise you’re looking for minute made rhymers
Don’t holla at your boy if you see what I’m saying
You’d realize that you’re really speaking to a man
‘Cause we are not the same, I’m not childish
I’m here to make music, y’all rather be stylish
I’m a hip-hop artist, you’re a stylist
When I rhyme I choose to use my 3rd iris
All you fools use is jewels and pure violence
Tell’em spit the truth to youth they choose...
You’re so dead wrong and I live right
Y’all keep us in the dark but I give light
But this might prove to be useful
And help a little youngin’ do whatever they choose to

One love to all my real listeners
I do what I feel and I still think different
Don’t be fool by the cool, don’t bend to the trends
Just stay true to you ‘til the end my friends
REPEAT HOOK

And choose the road less taken
Or where your soul is could be a whole left vacant
I make music to feel the void
Some miss the point and tell me kill the noise
But I’m here to spread love you want to steal my joy
You known to fake moves, I’m the real McCoy
You still a toy, I’m a writer of rhymes
Plus an innovator, others bite the design
You mimic what you see but I act like me
I’m proud pop, you’re an absentee
Y’all the same folks that used to laugh at me
Now you wishing you were down with the faculty
We don’t make excuses, we’re making movements
The music made you but I make the music
Some think I’m foolish ‘cause I chase my dreams but I got to
It would only be foolish not to

HOOK

I don’t front I just walk a lot
While you bamas like to stunt, plus you talk a lot
I’m here to change the world, you let the world change you
I can do anything you dwell on what you can’t do
And I hear hater yap but you take it as fact
I refuse to be defined by a lame like that
I’m nobody’s flunky, I’m a grown man
No jewelry that’s chunky, rather own land
Can’t succeed if you have no plan
Kinda like having a beach with no sad
I’m sure you remain uncertain
While you stunt all day I’m workin’
You represent nonsense I’m all about progress
Funny how they act like it’s bad to be conscious
Stop it
How can you sleep in these times
I open minds and eyes to the beat with these rhymes ya’know

HOOK
Track Name: Jazzmatic (LASTorder Remix) ft. Steph the Sapphic Songstress [CLEAN]
HOOK (Steph the Sapphic Songstress & Substantial)
The music will take your breath away
Come escape with us lets get away
They said Hip-Hop was dead yesterday
But we back at it
And the sound is Jazzmatic!

REPEAT HOOK

VERSE (Substantial)
This is the soundtrack for the everyday fellow
Hella laid back, super smooth, way mellow
No say hello
To the crew at my left
Marcus D on the beat, background, that's Steph
Sound that fresh,
Add a touch of Jazz
Like Jazzy Jeff
And it make suckers mad
When we do our thing!
It all blend perfectly
Like Disaronno & Ginger we're certainly
The flavor of the year
Bangin' in your ear
So much love ain't no room for haters over here
Let me make t clear
What our mission is
Provide "chillaxtion" for our listeners
And I hope you let us set the mood
Just for you
Get in groove
The vibe is fresh
Hot to death
And it sound so good, hell, I'm impressed
Man we ain't come here looking for comp to outdo
Just want fans to know we can't do without you
Ain't s*** without y'all
So we give it our all
With a soundscape cooler than the middle of Fall
When we jazz it up
That's what's up
I know you ain't had enough
Who bad as us?
Sounds so fabulous
Back it up...
Sounds so fabulous
Yo let me wrap it up.
Come on!

HOOK

BRIDGE (Steph)
(Wake up)
It's so fresh like rising to greet the morning's glow
(Rise and shine, it's us)
Marcus, Substan, and Steph in case you didn't know.
Break from the norm and try this flavor for the palette of your ear.
It's our year, and if that wasn't clear enough, try hearing us and know...

HOOK
Track Name: Chillaxation (Marcus D Remix) [CLEAN]
VERSE 1
Chillax yourself, girl, blah blah blah
Wind down, lose your top like Mardi Gras!
Been cool since MC Lyte Cha Cha Cha'd!
On my grown man stee since my papa died...
In '89! Now your boy, Sub, smoother than Jif
Get mine, anything otherwise, stupid as ish!
By design, I'm as cool as they get,
The proof's in the spit!
Wifey looking sweeter than the cooler she sip.
A little Sax on the beach
Just happens to be
Exactly what you need.
When I rap to a beat...
You hang on every syllable, word, phrase or sentence.
So cold, I should change my name to Cryogenics!
My intention is to be your new provider or chill!
Slay you with the rhyme while you admire the skill!
Don't matter if I got me a fist full of dollars,
I'm MD, like Marcus initials!
Who hotter than Suubbb?!

HOOK
Just a little chillaxation,
Just a little chillaxation.
Baby don't be shy!
Just a little chillaxation,
Just a little chillaxation.
Put a finger in the sky!
Just a little chillaxation,
Just a little chillaxation.
Raise your Colt 45!
Just a little chillaxation,
Just a little chillaxation.
Yeah.

VERSE 2
Chillax your mind, let your conscious be free.
You're now rockin' with the sounds of S & MD!
Destined to be
Refreshing free of any additives.
All natural flavors what we're packaging.
Strictly the best bow down to none.
Organic,
Raw talent,
Come get you some!
'Cause I got plenty juice, y'all dying of thirst.
Mimicking my moments straight try'na rehearse!
Cock diesel, had chickens gassed since '87.
Comp' wish I would quit, they have to wait in heaven!
'Cause old or new school don't matter I'm never failing!
Now your woman winking at me like Sarah Pailin
She wasn't really ready for the job my dude.
On mics, I go dumb like I'm smart as you, genius!
Can hardly walk with y'all on the p****.
Kick plenty a**, gotta wash off my sneakers you know?!

HOOK

VERSE 3
Chillax yourself and all of that
As we author raps
And get this pull-up money when I body tracks.
Sippin' cognac,
Askin' where the party at,
Dancin' so hard that you 'bout to have a heart attack!
Baby stop with that,
Chill for a minute, love.
Please take it down a notch, right before you give it up!
Loungin' in the spot
Where they hate to give us love.
Can't deny the sound is hot,
Take stage, rip it up.
Watch what the music does.
Sax got you in the mood for love,
Or at least a quickie!
Women dig the groove so they're pleased to pick me
'Cause the voice keep'em moist and the beats are sickly!
This beats get busy!
In a button up, under a fresh Tee that's spiffy.
And you know the matching sneaks are crispy
Like an outfit for Easter, get me?!
Songs over and I'm out, Joe. Peace, ya' missed me!

HOOK
Track Name: If I Was Your Mic 5.0 (Marcus D Remix) [CLEAN]
VERSE 1
Some people get cocky
When they realized they got me
Anyone can turn me on but not everybody can rock me
Perpetrating dopeness, your presentation is sloppy
Too much for you to handle so you sucker often drop me
In this line of work I get around more than a little bit
Hearing idiots
Trying to read rhymes when they’re illiterate
Don’t know who to eff with
This foam don’t protect s***
Drowning in saliva, now I feel infested
Saturated in wackness y’all abusing your friend
Don’t be mad when they say you can never use me again
Yo, I know I’m not perfect, at times unreliable
But I’m the only reason why your voice is recognizable
Don’t wanna blow me, but now you’re smackin’ my head
How ‘bout you quit yellin’ and try rapping instead
I missed being embraced, now I’m greeted with a strangle
When will they realize, I’m to be praised not mangled

Microphone respect (1 - 2, 1 - 2)
Yo without the microphone (What you gonna do?)
Microphone respect (2 - 1, 2 - 1)
Yo without the microphone (What you gonna do, son?)
Microphone respect (1 - 2, 1 - 2)
Yo without the microphone (What you gonna do?)
Microphone respect (2 - 1, 2 - 1)
Yo without the microphone (What you gonna do, son?)

HOOK
If I was your m-i-c
Do you think you can treat me properly
Instead of dropping me
And abusing me
Sometimes I wish y’all would stop using me

VERSE 2
There's a war going on onstage no mic is safe from
Tried to run but we can't hide forever
No more sixteens now they rhyme forever
And say even less than before their not as clever
And hardly fresher than the pioneers of yester
Year so their not on par with veteran rhymes
So much for getting better w/ time it's just sad
Went from "bad meaning good" to "bad meaning bad"
Damn... what a mic gotta do to find an MC
Don't know how to keep me in check or even test me
If you lack you control then you's a clown
To MC you gots'ta move the crowd
And be a real spitter no drool aloud
'stead of ripping rhymes for years they wet behind the ears.
And I beg'em to put me down man
They still blame they wack a** show on the soundman

HOOK

VERSE 3
If I was your M-I-C
I'd be praying for the day that I D-I-E
Man the crowd want to clap at you... I don't mean applaud
If I could, i'd hang myself with my own chord
No doubt in my mind I'm beyond SHURE that...
you can hit the RODE there will be no encore nah
They don't want more of that, they want a tight set
Otherwise you'll need a paramedic, me a MIC TEK,
Might get beat BLUE or sprayed
With an AK, G
They say love Hip-Hop so why they hate me
Least that's the way it seems, damn son
What u spitting is a bald headed SAMSON
The people want a NEUMANN w/ that MOJAVE
Spitting certified heat is his only hobby
Man u know where I be you know where to find me
Center stage with a world of listeners behind me

HOOK

BRIDGE
So respect the mic
And think twice
'Fore you rappers say whatever you like
Here's a little advice if u ain't controlling it
"Drop the mic, u shouldn't be holding it"
Track Name: Universe Works (J-zen Remix) ft. Wordslave of RootWord [CLEAN]
VERSE 1 Substantial
Take a look in the mirror, do you like you?
Are things getting any clearer, are you strike-through?
Do you live on lies, are you in disguise?
Do you ig' em or respond to your children cries?
Do you spend the time, to fulfill their needs?
Are you driven by money, do you live for a greed?
Are you even concerned with your people at all?
Are you the type of person that people can call?
When they luck run out, do you share with your partner
Or cut them out? Do you care?
Are you harder to get a long with cause you stuck in your ways?
Do you listen or you always got something to say?
And do you say something when you notice injustice?
Do you judge a man on what he hold in his clutches
cars and clothes, money wads and hoes
Do you lend a helping hand to the starving po'?
Because

HOOK Wordslave
What you do,
What you say
It may come back to you someday they say...

Substantial & Wordslave
That's how the Universe Works (That's how the Universe Works)
That's how the Universe Works (That's how the Universe Works)
Some lies soothe and the say the truth hurts
And um, that's how the universe works

VERSE 2 Substantial
Do you teach or mislead?
Are you known to deceive?
or prove to be worthy of trust.
Would you give a live show to only thirty of us?
Or half ass through it, and act mad foolish?
Are you what most consider a bullshitter?
Would you rather strive for peace or pull triggers?
Are you a lazy bum or go getter?
Baby got shovels for hands, gold digger
Get what you put out, careful what you say and do
Can't talk shit. then get mad at what they say to you
Quick to play games, but hate when they playin' you
Love to dish it out, time to learn how to take it too
No instruction manual, don't know what to make of you
Those you fronted on now take turns to fake on you
Reevaluate your moves, really think it through
Life's full circle, homie Imma pray for you!

Wordslave
What goes up...
Must come down.
What goes around...
Will come around you better know it, yeah
And you gon' reap...
What, what, what you sew!

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