Come Around (Remix)

[Intro - Sample from "Sparrow" by Marvin Gaye]:

I used to, singing, baby

Oh, around why don't you?

Around, why don't you?

Around, why don't you?

"You-You good if you know me" - 50 Cent

Around

Around, why don't you?

Around, why don't you?

Sing about a melody, aww

Around, why don't you?

Around, why don't you?

Around, why don't you?

"You good if you know me"

Around

Around, why don't you?

Around, why don't you?

Anything you want to sing about

Just sing it on out, now, sing it on out

Let the world know what life's all about

[Verse One] [Talib Kweli]:

I stay ill till I stop breathin'

When I attack, my eyes go black like a shark feedin'

If I get too excited rappers start bleedin'

So I sit still and listen to my heart beatin'

I can either be part angel or part demon

Snatch the food off your plate, start eatin'

For us it's cheatin' but of course we make the odds even

We show up and the boushe niggas start leavin'

Yeah, I do it the smartest

I'm the truest to hardest

Nigga ya stupid to start it

I'm a student of Marvin

I learned my lesson, earned my blessin'

Invest in a weapon so Statik select ? blunts to burn in the session

The oldest profession is pimpin' and prostitution which

Leads to consensual sexual revolution

Heatin' them hot things till they singin' in falsetto

Now they undoin' they buttons and pullin' strings like Geppetto

That's why they never let go

Somethin' special

[Verse Two] [Termanology]:

Jeffrey Dalhmer, Ready Freddy, Nirvana

All day, my kicks white like baby powder

You a coward, give you a lead shower

It's ours, me and Stat' the Twin Towers

+I Gave You Power+, this is that Nas shit

My weed sour and I pushed powder

Now I write, DX, Double X

More checks, swallow X, cold Becks

Slow steps, cop shit like Pro Keds

Dame Dash of rap, I push cold vets/Corvettes

So let's get it in for my twins

All my friends in the Benz with their friends runnin' triz

Jacuzzi, movie, the booty twirlin' will move me

My lucy lovin' and loogie'll prove to me she a groupie bitch

Stupid chips in the whip, makin movie clips

Robbin banks with 5'9", killin the music biz

[Royce Da 5'9"]:

Woo! Alright, I'm here, hahaha

[Break]:

Sing about a melody, aww

Around, why don't you?

Around, why don't you?

Around, why don't you?

Around

Around, why don't you?

Around, why don't you?

Sing about a melody, aww

[Verse Two] [Royce Da 5'9"]:

Nickel is, Statik is, Term' is, how could you possibly top me?

Them poppers is choppy, lookin like my whole block is a rocky

Me and hip-hop go together like swastika and Nazi

Together like 2Pac and Who Shot Me?

Together like the new President Barack and the hot seat (ha ha)

I'm ever so evidently colder than y'all

Even after y'all niggas go to the morgue

I got a flow like there's no tomorrow

That you couldn't hold or borrow or bite it

Easy said, harder to write it

I got the brain of a miser, heart of a lion

Got the spit game of a geyser, the art of Orion

Y'all niggas losin' weight daily like the real Carson

Excuse the psychology like Dr. Phil fartin' (ha ha)

Lyrical sword that I'm still sharpenin'

AK-47, I'm still sparkin'

[Chorus]:

Sing it on out now

Sing it on out

Let the world know what it's all about

Around, why don't you?

Around, why don't you?

"You-You good if you know me" - 50 Cent

Around

Around, why don't you?

Around, why don't you?

Sing about a melody, aww

Around, why don't you?

Around, why don't you?

Around, why don't you?

"You good if you know me"

Around

Around, why don't you?

Around, why don't you?

Anything you want to sing about

Just sing it on out, now, sing it on out

Let the world know what life's all about