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F#m Em
Peace
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Peace, peace, peace, peace, peace, 
peace
N.C.
Power.

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Madlib-erator
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 Def operator
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Rock the data

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Amazin' flavor

[Verse 1]

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The way I feel, sometimes it's too 
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hard to sit still
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Things are so passionate, times are 
so real
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Sometimes I try and chill, mellow 
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down, blowin' smoke
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Smile on my face but it's really no 
joke
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You feel it in the street, the 
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people breathe without hope
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They goin' through the motion, they
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 dimmin' down the focus
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The focus get cleared then the light
 turn sharp
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And the eyes go teary, the mind grow
 weary
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I speak it so clearly sometimes 
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y'all don't hear me
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I push it past the bass, know 
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nations gotta feel me
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I feel it in my bones, black I'm so 
wide awake
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That I hardly ever sleep, my flow 
forever deep
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And it's volumes or scriptures when
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 I breathe on a beat
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My presence speak volumes before I 
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say a word
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I'm everywhere: penthouse, pavement 
and curb
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Cradle to the grave, tall cathedral 
or a cell
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Universal ghetto life, holla black 
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you know it well
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Quiet storm, vital form, pen pushed
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 it right across
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Mind is a vital force, high level 
right across
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Soul is the lion's roar, voice is 
the siren
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I swing round, ring out, and bring 
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down the tyrant
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Shocked a small act could knock a 
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giant lopsided
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The world is so dangerous, there's 
no need for fightin'
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Suckas trying to hide like the 
struggle won't find 'em
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Then the sun bust through the 
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clouds to clearly remind him
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Everywhere penthouse pavement and 
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curb
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Cradle to the grave, tall cathedral 
or a cell
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Universal ghetto life, holla black 
you know it well


[Chorus]
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What it is, you know, they know
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What it is, we know, y'all know
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What it is, Ecstatic, here it is
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What it is, you know, we know
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What it is, they know, y'all know
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What it is, you don't know? Here it 
is


[Interlude]

Ecstatic! (En punto)

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Peace, power Fantastic

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      So original
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And always on time and rockin ya 
mind (Ruler!)


[Verse 2]

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Sit and come relax, riddle of the 
mac
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It's the patch, I'm a soldier in 
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the middle of Iraq
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Well, say, about noonish, comin' out
 the whip
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And lookin at me curious, a young 
Iraqi kid
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Carrying laundry, "What's wrong G? 
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Hungry?"
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"No, gimme my oil or get the fuck 
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out my country"
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And in Arabian barkin' other stuff 
("Jihad!")
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'Til his moms come grab him and they
 walk off in a rush
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Distrust, feeling like I've pissed 
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upon wounds
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I'm like, "Surely hope that we can 
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fix our differences soon!" (Bye!)
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Buying apples I'm breakin' on, "You 
take everything
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Why not just take the damn food, 
black bastard?"
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Like I don't understand it, on 
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another planet
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15-months of this stuff, how I'm 
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gonna manage?
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And increasing the sentiment, 
gentlemen
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Getting down on their middle eastern
 instruments
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Realized trapped in this crap
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Walk over kicked one of my fabulous 
raps ("La-Di-Da-Di")
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Arab jaw drop, they well wish, they 
glad rap
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Now the kid considered like an Elvis
 of Baghdad


[Sample]

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Omar: Men have two faces: one that 
laughs and
one that cries

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Ali: They sent you?
Omar: Yeah, so? Here

[Chorus]

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What it is, you know, they know
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What it is, we know, y'all know
      B         C#m      F#m
What it is, Ecstatic, here it is
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What it is, you know, we know
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What it is, they know, y'all know
       B         C#m      F#m
What it is, you don't know? Here it 
is
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What it is, you know, they know
 F#m                D
What it is, we know, y'all know
      B         C#m      F#m
What it is, Ecstatic, here it is
 F#m                D
What it is, you know, we know
 F#m                D
What it is, they know, y'all know
       B         C#m      F#m
What it is, you don't know? Here it 
is