[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
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