Lords of the Underground - Every Man

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[Verse 1] Every man's sin, I swear there’s a sin in him That's in him to his minimum Just because his melanin is brown like cinnamon Listen ladies and gentlemen My words interchange, revealing there's a synonym Your boy back with a moment Knees bent on an altar, asking for atonement A master showman, no signs of a omen By faith I walk, it’s just rules unspoken If altar means to move, shift or make different Find me in the paint, elbow thrown with the pivot Discussing golf bags, refilling the divot Going over the digits, later with the tidbits This a call for change, I'm talkin' foreign exchange I'm on my Birdman thing, respect on my name It's DoItAll Dupré, Kelly is the surname Solid to the core as the blood in my veins [Verse 2] Every man got a sin in him and every team got a win in him Every man, every man (Every man, every man) High as the angels, this thing of ours can take you so high But don't let it change you The type of high where first they honor you, then they wanna hang you You gotta learn to navigate, working from all the angles I wake up hundred yards from the Eiffel Tower To a breakfast of champagne and some marijuana Cheese eggs with tomato and a light pasta A favor from my neighbor, oldschool rasta If them returns look good, then I might spot you Let it grow, gather it up, I'm a sharecropper We're not criminals, but we’re not coppers You wanna cop some advice homie, I got you And dudes love for you to keep it hundred with them Lease until you keep it hundred with them Out here stuntin’ like them boys won't come and get em Until they come and get them
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