It was so beautiful, it was almost unfair
It's cold but it's true, it was so cold it got warm
Kids out in the schoolyard is playing
It was nice and calm, it was dangerous
When the MC's came, live out the name and to perform
Some had to snort cocaine to act insane before Pete Rocked it on
Now on to the mental plane, spark the brains with the building to be born
Black niggas on the track
Strange times
Everybody got their get high (oh my)
Their get right, their get nice, they get by (oh my)
They get open, get ready, get primed
The national pastime is victimless crime
You want your thrill and I want mine
As long we can get it we ain't got to say why
I don't mean to pry, you ain't got to lie
We ain't got to speak when it's written in the eyes
Whenever she was high off the sparkle in her palm
She had a young girl's smile and a hustler's charm
Dying from the city where the hustler's are born
Made, traced, murdered, replaced
Life-long residents barely feel safe
And the street's offer plenty taste and little faith (break it down)
Little face, soft lips, little waist (break it more)
Tiny hands (oh God) fat ass (oh more)
Big eyes like birthday surprise
Super duper fly, born in '85
Repeat it to yourself, this is a victimless crime
Psyche your mind there's a victim every time
Your tasty little pill, your freaky little thrill
Pray won't leave you still, you wonder how it feel
It's real, pussy like some money that you steal
Ew
When the MC's came, live out the name and to perform
Some had to snort cocaine to act insane before Pete rocked it on
Now on to the mental plane, spark the brains with the building to be born
Ghetto people on the block
Crime and medicine
Dead wrong and live in America
Off the block and right in your area
Fresh apples and peaches for the president
Ha ha
Crime and medicine
Dead wrong and live in your area
From the street corner, right in your residence
Fresh apples and peaches for the president
Crime
Fresh peaches and apples for the president
Crime
Fresh chocolates and apples for the president
Crime
Fresh linens and apples to the president
Crime
Fresh
Mos Def - Crime & Medicine Lyrics
Mos Def - Crime & Medicine Lyrics
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It was so beautiful, it was almost unfair
It's cold but it's true, it was so cold it got warm
Kids out in the schoolyard is playing
It was nice and calm, it was dangerous
When the MC's came, live out the name and to perform
Some had to snort cocaine to act insane before Pete Rocked it on
Now on to the mental plane, spark the brains with the building to be born
Black niggas on the track
Strange times
Everybody got their get high (oh my)
Their get right, their get nice, they get by (oh my)
They get open, get ready, get primed
The national pastime is victimless crime
You want your thrill and I want mine
As long we can get it we ain't got to say why
I don't mean to pry, you ain't got to lie
We ain't got to speak when it's written in the eyes
Whenever she was high off the sparkle in her palm
She had a young girl's smile and a hustler's charm
Dying from the city where the hustler's are born
Made, traced, murdered, replaced
Life-long residents barely feel safe
And the street's offer plenty taste and little faith (break it down)
Little face, soft lips, little waist (break it more)
Tiny hands (oh God) fat ass (oh more)
Big eyes like birthday surprise
Super duper fly, born in '85
Repeat it to yourself, this is a victimless crime
Psyche your mind there's a victim every time
Your tasty little pill, your freaky little thrill
Pray won't leave you still, you wonder how it feel
It's real, pussy like some money that you steal
Ew
When the MC's came, live out the name and to perform
Some had to snort cocaine to act insane before Pete rocked it on
Now on to the mental plane, spark the brains with the building to be born
Ghetto people on the block
Crime and medicine
Dead wrong and live in America
Off the block and right in your area
Fresh apples and peaches for the president
Ha ha
Crime and medicine
Dead wrong and live in your area
From the street corner, right in your residence
Fresh apples and peaches for the president
Crime
Fresh peaches and apples for the president
Crime
Fresh chocolates and apples for the president
Crime
Fresh linens and apples to the president
Crime
Fresh
It's cold but it's true, it was so cold it got warm
Kids out in the schoolyard is playing
It was nice and calm, it was dangerous
When the MC's came, live out the name and to perform
Some had to snort cocaine to act insane before Pete Rocked it on
Now on to the mental plane, spark the brains with the building to be born
Black niggas on the track
Strange times
Everybody got their get high (oh my)
Their get right, their get nice, they get by (oh my)
They get open, get ready, get primed
The national pastime is victimless crime
You want your thrill and I want mine
As long we can get it we ain't got to say why
I don't mean to pry, you ain't got to lie
We ain't got to speak when it's written in the eyes
Whenever she was high off the sparkle in her palm
She had a young girl's smile and a hustler's charm
Dying from the city where the hustler's are born
Made, traced, murdered, replaced
Life-long residents barely feel safe
And the street's offer plenty taste and little faith (break it down)
Little face, soft lips, little waist (break it more)
Tiny hands (oh God) fat ass (oh more)
Big eyes like birthday surprise
Super duper fly, born in '85
Repeat it to yourself, this is a victimless crime
Psyche your mind there's a victim every time
Your tasty little pill, your freaky little thrill
Pray won't leave you still, you wonder how it feel
It's real, pussy like some money that you steal
Ew
When the MC's came, live out the name and to perform
Some had to snort cocaine to act insane before Pete rocked it on
Now on to the mental plane, spark the brains with the building to be born
Ghetto people on the block
Crime and medicine
Dead wrong and live in America
Off the block and right in your area
Fresh apples and peaches for the president
Ha ha
Crime and medicine
Dead wrong and live in your area
From the street corner, right in your residence
Fresh apples and peaches for the president
Crime
Fresh peaches and apples for the president
Crime
Fresh chocolates and apples for the president
Crime
Fresh linens and apples to the president
Crime
Fresh
Writer: Dante Smith
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC