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What Was It Like?

 

What Was It Like?

(album: Primitive Epic - 2003)


What was it like
I know you crushed the boy I seen it all go down

Eye of the hawk
No time to blink
No time to think
Size up the stock I strike with great strength
I come from nothing, but I'm looking for something
It's time to cut the fat and make moves before you lose
When one comes through
His face turns blue
Dusted like yesterday's news
Watch the smoke roll out his shoes
Never underestimate the heart of the desperate
The weak dream of pleasures and the strong take the measures

[Chorus:]
We all fight, cry, and laugh (Whose king in the end)
You are the last one my son (Rise above many men)
Stand proud
Walk loud (You'll know my name)
You are the last one my son (Checkmate wins the game)
What was it like
What was it like
They say you crushed 'em, but I don't care about what they say anyway
What was it like
What was it like
They you crushed 'em, but I don't care about it anyway

Break, you killed, why did he have to die
Game, I know, I'm the one that struck the blow
I know you're mad at me, it was just a business strategy
Something that had to be, like removing a cavity
Alive, I sink my mandibles, just like an animal
Survive, you can eat leaves or feast on beef
Never underestimate the heart of the desperate
The weak dream of pleasures and the strong takes the measures

[Chorus]

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