[ Featuring Leven Kali ]
Ladies and gentlemen
Pimps and prophets
Queens and dope fiends
Hoes and hoteps (right on, right on, right on)
We got somethin' real special for you tonight folks
Everybody from Uptown to the South End's
Makin' their way on down to Lackawanna Plaza
I think I'm finally finding me, my whole life has been hide and seek
I used to suffer in silence, I never showed you that side of me
Hypnotized by society, all the people I tried to be
Gangsta, geek, or guerilla, I'll let you peep the psychology
We packed five in a Honda, Origami behind the seat
Smokin' strong but it got me weak 'cause this pain we feel chronically
I'm a star, they astonished, I never studied Astrology
I'm too pop, I'm too polished
Or I'm too Pac in my policies
No apologies, bitch (temperature rising we mobbin' deep, yeah)
I'm my poppa's lil' prodigy and my Grand momma coddled me
Said I'm born to be funky
Baptized in pollock or collard greens
Coulda sworn they was British, niggas would die for this pot of tea
As for me, I haven't been myself at all lately (at all)
Runnin' low on friends to call, feel like they all hate me (goddman)
Switchin' on you whenever I hit the call, waitin'
Sippin' on my Kool-Aid until the wall breakin'
Ooh, grass green over here though
We some good fellas, so I need my Dinero (need my Dinero)
Rain come down, get soaked til' it clear up
Ain't no clouds, just smoke in the mirror
Mirror
Mirror, mirror on the wall (wall)
Tell me who the realest of them all (ay, yeah)
Just open your eyes
Mirror, mirror on the wall (wall)
Tell me who the realest of them all (uh)
Ooh
May not know
Look in the mirror
Ooh
Just open your eyes
Damn, I was bad when I was younger, y'all (yeah)
