Community (feat. Clipse & MARCO PLUS)

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    The rain couldn't understand it
    The pain made them understand, shit
    The Sun tried to understand
    The gun made me understand
    The rain trial whisperin' the warnin'
    The land shakin', plus the rhythm is enormous
    All the forces like a portal to a vortex
    Connected to the stars, just projecting where we part at
    Pull up where you park at
    Aim a little dark (lil' bitch)
    Where your bark at?

    It'd be a shame if you stay in them apartments
    Twelve barely even came to them 'partments
    Catch a play, then parlay in them apartments
    I swear it's like a party every day in them 'partments
    You was raised in them 'partments, dang
    Jump a shot, or join the gang in them 'partments
    My momma say we gotta get away from them 'partments
    It's graves in them 'partments
    And it ain't gotta end this way, 'cause we ain't start shit
    (Huh, look, okay)

    I don't give a fuck about no industry beef
    Ain't nobody give a fuck when Tay was dead in the street
    I don't do the shit you see on the screens
    I been tapped in with true things
    I peep your rap cap and I'll screw things
    I don't give a fuck about them niggas at the top
    The biggest nigga on the block still get shot
    Pop, you thinkin' Pac, I'm thinkin'- (brr)
    Can't talk about that shit from- you gotta chill out, you seen FOX?

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    Lisan al Gaib, I see a tiny line of silver
    A way to make a play, although they say it's unfamiliar
    It's off the kilter, I say the words without a filter
    You gotta have nerve, it'll make you strong if it don't kill' ya'
    I'll put a bullet in Bob the fuckin' Builder
    'Fore they try and kick us out the building
    What about the children?
    When I check a news channel, I get a similar feelin', but still
    We gon' make it to Heaven, high water or hell
    But don't take the highways, two-eighty-five behind the damn wheel
    It's like a driveway
    Even all I could give Christ, and I'd do it twice
    Chris, heard thunder hit with lightning
    And still I didn't feel shit, talk about resilience
    I was stoned, locked on, you [?] home it to my brilliance
    It was after then I took my talents right up to Virginia
    Heard they said the shit for lovers, shit was gutter, shit was gritty
    I could tell you what it was, but let bro tell you what I'm missin'
    Pay attention

    What's missin' in my hood, I identified
    Then I brought white to my hood, shit, I gentrified
    We had military arms, we was semper fi'
    Point blank, let me simplify
    I been light-post corner boy
    Green box sitter, crack nigga
    Tryna hustle up and act thicker
    Six deuce buyer, niggas really live The Wire
    From lookouts, then we meteor to suppliers
    Caged in, one way in, one way out
    Robocops on mountain bikes, ain't pullin' mace out
    Just tryna get back home, from gettin' chased out
    A week ago a boy like me don't got a face now
    Departments, the projects, the ghettos, all the same shit
    Crazy how we hopscotch and double-dutched danger
    We ADHD and all the pills that you gave us
    How we s'posed to process this anger?

    The rain couldn't understand it
    The pain made them understand, shit
    The Sun tried to understand
    The gun made me understand
    The rain trial whisperin' the warnin'
    The land shakin', plus the rhythm is enormous
    All the forces like a portal to a vortex
    Connected to the stars, just projecting where we part at
    Pull up where you park at
    Aim a little dark
    Where your bark at?

    My ghetto's not your culture, niggas really die here
    So hard to say goodbye, it's the only lullaby here
    Kilos turnin' boys to men, gotta pick a side here
    Some were Jesus Shuttlesworth, some of us were Nasirs
    As time goes by, it's eye for an eye here
    My niggas mob deep, the fittest gon' survive here
    We New Jersey drive here, chop-chop, ride here
    This Jack in the box, shouldn't come as no surprise here
    You niggas own, street cred gets denied here
    Section 8 livin', we treat it like a timeshare
    Mother, auntie, cousin, couldn't tell you who reside there
    But never seen a father that was government devised here
    Conquer and divide here, crash and collide here
    When kings can't raise a young prince, the doves cry here
    Candylady right there, zombieland right there
    Them 'partments be the perfect backdrop for any nightmare

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