Back to Basics Remix

[Intro: Consequence] Uh, we do what we do We do what we do We do what we do And I imagine you'd do the same thing too [Verse 1: Kanye West] Uh, uh, let's take it back to basics When shit gets worse, we converse How we need a new balance Before the lines get crossed like Asics Just look at what we got, if we don't shoot then Reeboks This is a beat that no flow can detox, so the respect is due Like my Louie bag, I don't wanna have to check you I'm Chi as Buck-Fiftys and Pelle Pеlle leathers Somе say my beats made the Bulls play better I say, black on black is the hate that hate made Sara Lee with the dough, I'm talkin' bout the cake maid McDonald's with the flow, served over a billion You've seen the video, words over the building Uh, I wish I could give you this feeling I wish I could give you this feeling And when the Workout Plan ain't work out, man Me and Common is back on the corners again On the corner [Verse 2: Common] Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh-uh, uh-uh I open my eyes, the corner is like African tribes The black is subsidized, the black enterprise, the passion arise The youth fantasize, who got some cash in they eyes If youth dies, mamas askin' rationalize Tryna build a spot where ghetto bastards could rise The ghetto has been bastardized by those that capitalize Wonder if it's a plan that the master devised To bring his people to a land where the blacks are despised? On the corner [Verse 3: Mikkey Halstead] Uh Mikkey Halstead Uh look Twista and Common paved the way Ye opened the door, now Mikkey's blowing it off the hinges So much illawent compared to the shit you heard before I'm doper than what you put in syringes The best you never heard, the ones that know though cherish my every word We perish on every curb Huddling on the corner, congregate on the block They murder our good shepherds just to scatter the flock I wish I could give you this feeling Twenty niggas right in front of the building Selling that death, two for ten right in front of the Sheeran Want the truth, try to listen to syra This is the mirror, to make you see the picture more clearer See the reason why they tryna kill us The reason they fear us They own kids dying to hear us Out of touch but they tryna feel us Out on the corner