Existence

Existence

Imagine you live in a world thinkin "All will cross me"
Character assassination all across me,
A locked mind with lost keys,
Your talents exhaust these,
Cause everyone'd be playin' if it weren't for what the boss sees..
But lifes expensive though,
how much this gunna cost me?
Move like the wind,
like a light-hearted cross-breeze..
And when you make it, please stop freeze,
Master to master, these taught these,
Crated by Disk-Jockeys,
Crated through the record crates,
Music like expected fate, all within connect today,
Revolvin' like the play of Tech and Sway,
Watch it for a sec to fade,
And then reject the hate,
Compassion till reflected great in a respected state,
Man time is money.. at an uncollected rate,
If you selected it late then you're subjected to collective wait.
Self served on a perfected plate...
Yeah, you're.. self served on a perfected plate...

What will you do with this life,
What will you make of existence?
Push through the strife, and any wake of resistance

What will you do with this life,
What will you make of existence?
Push through the strife, and any wake of resistance
Yeah, Yeah.. and any wake of resistance

And on those days where I wanted to blaze and spend free,
Man I'd think about why some were so friendly,
Understand I planned what I meant please,
When I mean the honest type who I'll try to defend see?
Now example: This man with the Bentley,
Full tank of gas but his life is still empty,
Full breathe a gasp - today will we see?
People can be different with the issue of money
And when it hits you its funny,
I hope those that trancend me
Don't shred my words like you'll never offend me.
Frame of mind will be entwined
as they summon this emcee,
I'll shine devine in time the summer bliss will envy,
Cause some of this I've forseen,

Yeah, Yeah,
What will you do with this life,
What will you make of existence?
Push through the strife, and any wake of resistance

What will you do with this life,
What will you make of existence?
Push through the strife, and any wake of resistance
Yeah, And any wake of resistance, Yeah,

And this life can be liked lavish luck I suppose,
But its the path that you chose,
Its the past that one knows,
A place your face should embrace when each thought has arrose,
And I block blows, with a shield concealed when a thoughts froze,
I yield like a field, roation the crop grows,
Now how many questions has this talk posed?
I ticked your time, the hand of the clock rose,

What will you do with this life,
What will you make of existence?
Push through the strife, and any wake of resistance

What will you do with this life,
What will you make of existence?
Push through the strife, and any wake of resistance
Yeah, Word.. and any wake of resistance, Yeah,

Its Tyzen, Yeah, Original...
*Scratch* Yeah yeah, Original
On the lyrics, Original,
New York State of Mind Part II Remix Instrumental
From Nas, word. Yea.
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-Tyson.

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[djSpinege]

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[killaskan]

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[SKIPCASHMOB]

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[aRcaneTheProducerr]

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[6The6EyE6]

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[zootsuitriot420]

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