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    Intro: Common

    Yeah, U.N.I.Verse
    at war
    U.N.I.Verse (when you and I verse)
    at war motherfucker
    We gonna do this Chi-town style (verse at war)
    Illadelph, you know how we get down
    You know the business (Illtown illanoid)
    Bringin it straight to your chest (comin thru with the iller category)
    Yessah, hah, yeah (preacher man with the Com)
    Break it down one two (we about to drop a bomb, check it)

    Chorus: 2X

    When you and I verse at war (U.N.I.Verse at War)
    And your verse at core, for what you thought before
    Steppin up into a zone you should never explore
    The next level or, level of the whole conceptor

    Verse One:

    Check it, rappers
    Get on the mic talk about cars and clothes
    Sounding like hoes
    Ain't been exposed to the foes of most disciples
    I'm from the state that is Ill, the rap son of man
    Rotated down to Phil, to say what I feel
    Get it off my burnt chest, my word becomes flesh
    War, going on between the West and the East
    of the land, niggaz don't own a piece
    Grease is the word, Murray slides some pimp oil to me
    My lady friend sneaks my beer in the movie
    Throw your hands in the air, if you the true and living
    Beware, the new world order, the devil's new religion
    Sent my homey to the number two division
    Sellin bootleg movies, got my VCR on a evasive maneuver
    Be that as I chooses, drinkin tropical it's just sittin
    at a table with sophisticated bitches
    Nah that ain't nothin I would call my mother
    Nor do I call every nigga my brother
    Gotta have Black Thought, it's sorta B like Malik
    So don't Question a Brother, to the Roots I get deep

    Verse Two:

    Yo, enter the last era
    Your scholarship into the world of politics
    and mascara, we operate within this artificial op-era
    I bring hip-hop terror like the Fuhrer
    The Ace Ventura into the horror
    Laboratory laborer, venture beyond the border
    I'll struc-ture a style destroy your whole aura
    Plus you're a-drenalin'll rise before your eyes
    and mortalize, my image hit the skies
    Deceive the devil in disguise
    My music I parenthesize
    Represent the wise, do this be how we enterprise
    Kid no compromise (yeah, yeah) I'm thinkin fast like drama
    Dyin I wear your mind away like Alzheimer
    I pull a mic up out my bomber big up to Bahama
    The A-O this year we leavin em in trauma
    Then after me, I plan to leave behind, the legacy
    or history of the family, the fifth dynasty
    For humanity, to bear witness to this
    Del-val-syllable stylist
    You know the time kid

    Chorus 2X

    Verse Three:

    Yo, the general flows, kids compose on tablet
    Expose how they was average and they thoughts not rapid
    Here comes the hot package, through your block like traffic
    The rock was typed graphic now watch the mic blast it
    Shootin at the stars with emphatic rap static
    See the mirror shatter from thoughts, I'm bustin back at it
    The Lieuten-ant, the ele-phant, sippin automatic
    Mic, rippin asiatic, architects out to have it
    The turn of the century, the planet's like a penitentiary
    exaggerated, niggaz is livin highly medicated
    I Used to Love but now she violated
    Hip-hop holocaust and camps, old champs are concentrated
    They outdated and incarcerated
    Loved and appreciated hated and very debated
    For every career created was eliminated
    And that's the way the balance of yin and yang related

    Verse Four: Common

    As the block is de-vine
    Niggaz swing on in a safari
    Wild niggaz, like I'm high on latari
    Some let the block block they mind if they could see what I see
    Get out the city for a sec be at the places I be
    Hey, I'ma be back on the deck, opening
    Business in places for you to cash your check
    My, neck of the woods ain't all good ain't all bad
    You can live in the burbs, and still get had
    The sad part about it niggaz had houses on the lake
    They tryin to move us out, the land we ain't appreciate
    For peace we skate, crackers we roll or player hate
    Call each other cuz cause of how we relate
    I see way too many Cadillacs with dope man plates
    Through the wind and blow-ups, is how niggaz communicate
    Harmonizing through beeper and reefer
    The city got my peoples in a sleeper, talk is getting cheaper

    Chorus 4X

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