Tonalité : B minor
Verse 1
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Don't for get to do that thing for
your mother Roosevelt!
Yeah yeah yeah, alright,
Verse 2
alright
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[Prince Poetry]
Running upon the jagged edge,
FUCK, THE ROUGH LIFE
when you have to gain much
respect
As an individual keepin
negativity minimum
requires havin courage respect
him his intellect
so you gotta be on THAT specific
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type of SET
Like Roosevelt,
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especially when your cards are dealt
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You see me, frankly, I don't give a hoot
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about the blanks you shoot out
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of your mental bank see
I like Roosevelt, cause he ain't booty
Moody maybe, baby you're mad
cause he smashed up your cutie
Playin the courts, takin the loss,
to wherever
some clever college edu- ma-
cated individual
With financial status JUST
to mess what the BANK stated
Girls love it, and you can't look
above it you hate it
Peeped his method, you laid,
you waited
You never ever contemplated
if I pull a automatic
will I leave the artillery out or just flight
Check in the night, you're out to snipe,
my man
you can't stand upon sight of him
Out to fatally ignite him
Roosevelt felt staticky, he knew
things were shady
Grady had, Bradley's uzi, but he always
packed a clip or two
belongin to a nickel- plated .380
Givin off the impression of
a clever nerd
Never was a suspect when a homicide occurred,
in the suburbs
He was referred,
to as a respectable intellectual
Highly acceptable rebel from
the ghetto on the level
of an intelligent rapper,
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create him just like Giupetto
The aggresive type,
and he's not your puppet
Stickin quickin enough to pull
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a skeezer with repetition
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after takin aim and buckin and
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blowin the smoke away
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then tuckin and jettin home,
hopin that no stunts are stuck in it
He needs sleep, for eight o'clock class
so as fast as he crash, he might last
for six hours of bed passed,
cause Roosevelt's a scholar
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Ivy league material,
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cully- head kid with BRAINPOWER
Six foot two,
and we wear the same size shoe
He drinks brew, and he runs with my crew,
my herd
on a continuous basis,
in the same, places
Rollin out five deep, but it's only four faces
Dm
Am
So I don't, give a two, drip- drops about,
what those have felt
And if I die (and if he die) and if
I die (and if he DIEEEEEEEE)
And if I die it's because of my
Verse 3
man Roosevelt
Am
Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt,
Verse 4
Roosevelt Franklin
Am
Dm
Am
Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt Franklin,
Verse 5
Roosevelt Franklin
Am
Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt,
Roosevelt Franklin
Verse 6
Dm
Am
Roosevelt, Roosevelt, Roosevelt Franklin,
Verse 7
Roosevelt Franklin
Am
[Pharoahe Monch]
Ooooooooooooh I'm so confuuuuuuuuused.. DAMN,
IT HURTS!
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People persist to treat me like dirt
Am
I don't sleep at night,
time cause dimes I DON'T DROP
I sling and clockers cease
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Commanders in Chiefs when I pop rocks
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Am
Dig deep within, you might recognize me
I'm the one with the bloodshot eyes
Hot rays of sun,
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beat down upon my face as if I'll melt ba con
Why the hell my mother named
me Roosevelt Franklin?
I .. don't .. know, so I strive to gain
only the Lord knows my eyes
have seen the pain
Tears comin down my cheeks like rain
I was abused,
they stripped the mind for amusement
Now I walk the path of
ORGANIZED KONFUSION
But it's only a temporary formality
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Am
Cause my man Scott turns
illusion into reality
A loaf of bread (a loaf of
bread), a stick of butter
Somebody's mother lies,
dead in the gutter
So I move QUICK FAST,
to get past quickly
Swiftly, at last,
cops can't get WITH ME
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Can't hit me, nah never I'm TOO NIFTY,
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people SHITTIN ME
Products in the projects so I pump FIFTIES
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Am
in soda cans so dogs
won't SNIFF ME
I'm takin the proper
precautions (yeah)
Cause once my mother told me
she was gonna get an abortion
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Am
I can't keep track.. of the fluctuation..
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of time
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Hallucinogenics keep, abusin my mind
Gotta pick up, gotta pick up,
gotta pick up, gotta pick up
more product, gotta move,
gotta go I can't get stuck; not here
Dm
Am
Not if I want to become Roosevelt
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Am
Franklin the employee of the year
I wear baseball caps over my
eyes so you can't make out
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me at night when I'm standin on the
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corner eatin Chinese takeout
.. damn I almost forgot,
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yo yo I have to break out
Verse 8
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Yo don't forget your moms told you
to get that stuff
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A loaf of bread, a stick of butter,
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container of milk
A loaf of bread (a loaf of
bread) a stick of butter
(stick of butter), umm.. container of milk
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(container of milk)
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