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No Address A Step Away

What would be enough To turn your head around? From your heavy tongue The heaviest of- So I go, tremble shake I am just a step away Here's your song

you lie and you talk a lot People tell you to step off a lot You see, you misunderstood, a sample is a tactic A portion of my method, a tool In fact

Trotter, a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J.

she may be a mirror she may be a mirror she may be a mirror in jest of your mistakes she may be a monster she may be a monster she may be a monster

was sitting at his table one day Writing a letter to pass time away His little granddaughter climbed up on his knee Saying won't you please write a

she just leaves, and im kinda relieved no ODs VDs hearts on my sleeve not a stalker just a talker ass tight as a weave once a newbie now a groupie double

side Into a low income address Far away from breezy bends And all my so called friends Every day at two pm You walk right past my step I smoke a cigarette

as a clue Execute the type of wickedness the devil approves Which basically means I can do whatever witchu I'm a rap music mutant, wit a cool name Misconstrue

Notes: Jt on sony.com: the song starts in the final moments of the nixon white house with the president's farewell address. so he says goodbye . . .