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[Chorus]
Relax yourself or we ll whack ya down
Relax yourself or we ll whack ya down
Relax yourself or we ll whack ya down
Relax yourself or we ll whack ya down
Relax yourself or we ll whack ya down
All day long man, we back in town

[Consequence]
Homie check it out I got her mesmerized
So won t you hook a chew scorns, she tellin you buy
Street poetry is how ya boy get paid
And I wear no Escalade, metallic, black or beige
Yo when I walk up in the club you know I do not pay
Aiiyo my man Kanyeezy he got something to say

[Kanye West]
Aiiyo my name is Kanyeezy from the Roc-A fam
And where the glocks don t jam, so where we pop them scrams
See I showed you on the champions how we get down
So don t twist ya lips, I m like Bobby Brown
You got B2K on all your bedroom wall
But if you be with Kan, gonna work ya walls
Straight from the South side of dem Chi-town streets
The top three in the game, with these here beats

[Consequence]
And if you talk about him, aiiyo I take you out
Either with the nine or the tech s in his mouth
And let that dime gettin friendly than the orgie s at eight
But y all niggaz don t shine so you couldn t relate

[Chorus]
Relax yourself or we ll whack ya down (You couldn t relate)
Relax yourself or we ll whack ya down (Yo Quence, you couldn t relate)
Relax yourself or we ll whack ya down
Relax yourself or we ll whack ya down
Relax yourself or we ll whack ya down
Relax yourself or we ll whack ya down

[Consequence]
Quence without the game, now he s back to ball
Drive you insane, drop a tat at the mall
You starin at my Rolls cold way to long
But I ain t scared of robbers, why I wear tephlon
I took her on the ave and she expect me to trip
But I made up with no style while I bought me some kicks
So if you want the drama holler at ya boy

[Kanye West]
Original rude boy like Pastor Troy
The G-500 is my favorite toy
Cause it don t look like a thug or a hood
But he keep dem gorilla s so we still be good
By the way my name is K, don t forget the A
and the N-Y-E, out N.Y.C
I ma still rep the gold, no matter where I go
Everybody say I m hot, I m sayin I m cold
Hate when niggaz leave the city and switch up they reps
On the real homie, I don t get down like that
I ma milk the game, til we all can eat

[Consequence]
Now the Chocolate Factory is what I bump in my jeep
So roll me up a L, but don t lace it with leak
Cause that shit ll have me zonin for a couple of weeks

[Kanye West]
Now your momma told you let the Cleveland show
Cause that s the best way to get a nigga with dough
They re fakin pregnancies and Cartier tournier
But she ain t know I m cheaper than IKEA furniture

[Consequence]
Kanye, White, Malik, Little and D
Menace, Skates to Lou and em Puffs from L.B
They know the Consequence be wearin gold and ice
Cause I got out the projects, where it s flooded with mice
Ey shorty let me tell you bout the rules of my Nikes
It seems they always keep on movin, I don t hear nuthin twice

[Chorus]
So relax yourself or we ll whack ya down (Don t hear nuthin twice)
Relax yourself or we ll whack ya down (Don t hear nuthin twice)
Relax yourself or we ll whack ya down
Relax yourself or we ll whack ya down
Relax yourself or we ll whack ya down (Calm down)
Relax yourself or we ll whack ya down (Yeah!)
Relax yourself or we ll whack ya down (Yeah!)
Relax yourself or we ll whack ya down (It s the R.O.C.!)
Relax yourself or we ll whack ya down (Uhh)
Relax yourself or we ll whack ya down (Yeah)
Relax yourself or we ll whack ya down (Uh-huh, yeah)
All day long man, we back in town

[Repeat til end]
Relax yaself or we ll whack ya down

Here s our sculpture close to perfection
A salutation to the prevailing pionners
The time has come to purge the scene
From all the nonsense ugly mouths are spitting out

We are ready for a big reversal
This is for real, this is not...

Meu coracao lamenta e escuta
Um grito forte, um sussurro
Uma voz que me pede ajuda
Uma voz que vem do escuro

Nas minhas mãos eu trago apenas
O afago amigo e nos meu braços
A força de Deus que sustenta
De mim quem precisar eu faço

Da minha vida Tua estrada
E dos meus passos os teus passos
Sempre...

Sweeeeeeeeet Justice
Climb the Mountain
Though your hands maybe weary
Swim the ocean
Though your legs maybe tired
Run the extra mile
Though your stride maybe worn-down
Fight, Fight, Fight
Never surrender

Chorus:
Sweeeeeeeet Justice (repeat 1X)

verse 2:

Many sides to the same face
Searching, wanting their hour
So many colors in the spectrum of life
With right lies the power
Struggle, Struggle, Struggle,...

feat. Panama P.I.

Chorus:
(Scratches and Sampling)
Nigga-nometry
Nigga
Nigga
Nigga-nometry (repeat)

Verse 1:
If you was walkin on the strip
about 3 miles per hour
ya heard a fucked up song come on
it turned ya...

Now i can walk through those, through those fires that burn inthe path of my dreams.
my soul is, my soul is my savior, my autonomy, you tried to stealit.
you had me shut down, but i m alive since i have found...
faith...moves, faith moves the mountains as fear runs into theocean...