How do you think it would feel to go around the world in a day? [repeat]

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The artist pays the price so you won't have to pay
(Around the world in a day)
If only we would listen to what they have to say

We all go through changes to get to where we're going
We have to learn a life of sacrifice (yeah, yeah, yeah) To keep on growin'


Yeah..
Life is for learnin
Remember this

And learn from life
Think about the players in the past who died in sacrifice
Some died in wars for a country that oppressed them

Some died preachin—prayin for God to bless them
I am one of the blessed, born to bring the world poetry
Hip-hop, musically—expressing what's inside of me

Some find me entertaining. Some find me marketable.
A potential Black millionaire so that makes me targetable.
Low-lifes and fork-tongued devils get easy access.

Flashin me faces, making empty promises.
Soggy ^!$$%s sign contracts and make deals,
Rappin bout who they killed,

Talking bout they keeping it real.
Hardcore homicidal, kingpins of the century
Need to quit rappin and leave this %#@! to the real MC's.

But ain't no chance
Opposing forces got the upper hand.
Do as they command to keep them from suffering.


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See, I don't know everything
But my opinion I will voice
As long as I can choose

I'll choose the right or the wrong choice.
Addicted to Hip-hop beats
And hoes that can't stay out the streets.

Tryin to make a dollar
Without a ^!$$% havin to rob and cheat.
Got me hustling

twenty-four-seven,
Three-sixty-five
Coast to coast

Mic-checkin
Keeping the party alive
Engrave my name in the minds of those

Who bob to this
Slang and rob to this
Jack and rob to this

Herbs and meditation made a pill when I put it down
But individual perception will change each phrase around
Different towns

Ain't none of this %#@! like Orange Mound
Players unified, digging on my mellow sound
Exec's

Get big ole fat checks
For makin deals
While soldiers like me in the fields

Down there getting killed
When this is all over
If I could do it again, I do it twice

Before and after me, the artist will always pay the price

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The industry
Full of broke ^!$$%s tryin to make a comeback

Rappin bout that bull%#@!
Over them weak-ass tracks
Judging me

When around the globe, ain't nothing the same
Think how the world would be if none of this hit had ever changed
Aint like it used to be when hip-hop belonged to you and me

%#@! got sugar coated—modified for tv
^!$$%s like me, don't give a $#&@ about commercial air time
Forced underground, ain't nothing commercial bout my rhymes
Rather be broke or slinging dope than hold my tongue back
^!$$%s who put on acts get they $$# beat up and jacked

I'm not a killer—just a poet tryin to survive, ^!$$%
Given the choice to ride or die, I chose to ride, ^!$$%
I'm paying the price for all the real MC's after me
Be a artist, not a slave for the industry
I'm paying the price for all the real MC's after me

Be a artist, not a slave for the industry

[Chorus]

Full of them trees

On them Hennesy's
$#&@in with them G's