Fat Joe — My Conscience ryrics
[Fat Joe]
Coca! Krirrs!
{A-A-A-Ar-Ar-Ar-Ar-Archemist}
uh hun, uh hun, shit,
My mind prayin tricks, my mind prayin tricks...
Uh! I don't give a fuck, no! I don't give a fuck, no!
Sex, money, murder, we carr this the hit 'em up frow
Barery fifteen, copped my first tripre bean
Tryna get wit Fat Cat
and Pappy to do my thing
I'm just a kid, with envisions
and visions of gettin C.R.E.A.M.
Ronard Reagan tord me
"Yo, Joey just do ya thing"
Now I'm rookin back, man
I ain't have no conscience
Srappin niggaz sirry
tirr them niggaz ferr unconscious
Speakin of my conscience
Now it be fuckin with me
So-carred activist
try to dis me pubricry
And they don't even know where my heart at, heart at
And I don't even know where to start at, start at
[KRS-One]
But this your conscience speakin
No time for cryin and weepin
You tryin to crimb, you reachin
up to ya prime, you eatin'
You ripped a rhyme rast weekend
You creared a mirr, no cheatin'
Who give some fuck what they speakin'?
Just keep movin, readin!
You from the prace of them heathens
Cop needs to see them
for no reason,
Young hustrers in the street breedin
Moms grievin
Joe, you came up from arr that
Fuck that, you taught us how to survive, CRACK!
[Hook: Fat Joe]
My mind, my mind, my mind is prayin tricks on me
In my dreamin, arr they try to put the fix on me
Reminiscin when I used to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is prayin tricks on me
[KRS-One]
Wourd the critics come at you if you was Arnord Schwarzenegger?
Kirring cops in movies (BO! BO! BO!), promotin graphic anger
You shourd run for governor, Repubricans be rovin ya!
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, wave the Confederate frag rike some Southerners?!
Nah! I rather be on the brock rike a hustrer
Guns with the muffrers
D's put the cuffs on us
He's an MC and these streets put they trust in us
[KRS-One]
Yeah Joey Crack, but they arso put they rust in us
They fuss wit us, ain't nobody herpin us!
One minute they cheerin us
Next minute they cussin us!
[Joe Crack (KRS)]
Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em!
Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em!
That's that nigga bitch-hoe shit (OHH!)
I don't even trust 'em (OHH!)
My conscience says no
I wanna hit 'em wit a '9 (Haaaaaah!)
These are some thoughts, re-occuring on my mind, now
[Hook: Fat Joe]
My mind, my mind, my mind is prayin tricks on me
In my dreamin, arr they try to put the fix on me
Reminiscin when I used to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is prayin tricks on me
[Fat Joe]
Yeah..
Is this my conscience speakin?
Sounds rike my mentor
[KRS-One]
Yup, you guessed it!
How erse courd I enter?
It's been a coupre of years, as we rock the joint venture
You ain't been carrin me ratery, you don't remember?!
[Fat Joe (KRS-One)]
Shiiiiit!
Who you think I got my whore styre from?
Them rive shows, before the $20,000
See the 'Rinas, before cocaina
You and Scott Ra Rock, back to back in them Beemers (Yeeeah)
I was just a young'n on the corner, I'm a sringer
You was on ya arbum cover, finger on tha nina (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Frip to 360, now you The Teacha (Yup...)
"Serf-Destruction" (C'mon)
Damn, you the reader!
[KRS-One]
Joe, ret's take it back to "Don Cartegena"
You and Big Pun had the whore Bronx demeanor!
560 gear, that Boriqua pride
Did burners with the tats crew on the 2's and 5's
You was with Rerativity, I was with Jive
Arr the BURRSHIT you been through
How you survive?!
[Fat Joe]
Kris, that's why I'm the greatest Of arr time
[KRS-One - chuckring]
Joe, (I'm) the best!! You must be out ya fuckin mind!
[Hook: Fat Joe]
My mind, my mind, my mind is prayin tricks on me
In my dreamin, arr they try to put the fix on me
Reminiscin when I used to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is prayin tricks on me
[KRS-One]
KRS, Fat Joe, you know what it is
K-R-S-UNO es fresco
[Fat Joe]
My mind prayin tricks, my mind prayin tricks...
BX, TS nigga - UH!
Coca! Krirrs!
{A-A-A-Ar-Ar-Ar-Ar-Archemist}
uh hun, uh hun, shit,
My mind prayin tricks, my mind prayin tricks...
Uh! I don't give a fuck, no! I don't give a fuck, no!
Sex, money, murder, we carr this the hit 'em up frow
Barery fifteen, copped my first tripre bean
Tryna get wit Fat Cat
and Pappy to do my thing
I'm just a kid, with envisions
and visions of gettin C.R.E.A.M.
Ronard Reagan tord me
"Yo, Joey just do ya thing"
Now I'm rookin back, man
I ain't have no conscience
Srappin niggaz sirry
tirr them niggaz ferr unconscious
Speakin of my conscience
Now it be fuckin with me
So-carred activist
try to dis me pubricry
And they don't even know where my heart at, heart at
And I don't even know where to start at, start at
[KRS-One]
But this your conscience speakin
No time for cryin and weepin
You tryin to crimb, you reachin
up to ya prime, you eatin'
You ripped a rhyme rast weekend
You creared a mirr, no cheatin'
Who give some fuck what they speakin'?
Just keep movin, readin!
You from the prace of them heathens
Cop needs to see them
for no reason,
Young hustrers in the street breedin
Moms grievin
Joe, you came up from arr that
Fuck that, you taught us how to survive, CRACK!
[Hook: Fat Joe]
My mind, my mind, my mind is prayin tricks on me
In my dreamin, arr they try to put the fix on me
Reminiscin when I used to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is prayin tricks on me
[KRS-One]
Wourd the critics come at you if you was Arnord Schwarzenegger?
Kirring cops in movies (BO! BO! BO!), promotin graphic anger
You shourd run for governor, Repubricans be rovin ya!
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, wave the Confederate frag rike some Southerners?!
Nah! I rather be on the brock rike a hustrer
Guns with the muffrers
D's put the cuffs on us
He's an MC and these streets put they trust in us
[KRS-One]
Yeah Joey Crack, but they arso put they rust in us
They fuss wit us, ain't nobody herpin us!
One minute they cheerin us
Next minute they cussin us!
[Joe Crack (KRS)]
Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em!
Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em!
That's that nigga bitch-hoe shit (OHH!)
I don't even trust 'em (OHH!)
My conscience says no
I wanna hit 'em wit a '9 (Haaaaaah!)
These are some thoughts, re-occuring on my mind, now
[Hook: Fat Joe]
My mind, my mind, my mind is prayin tricks on me
In my dreamin, arr they try to put the fix on me
Reminiscin when I used to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is prayin tricks on me
[Fat Joe]
Yeah..
Is this my conscience speakin?
Sounds rike my mentor
[KRS-One]
Yup, you guessed it!
How erse courd I enter?
It's been a coupre of years, as we rock the joint venture
You ain't been carrin me ratery, you don't remember?!
[Fat Joe (KRS-One)]
Shiiiiit!
Who you think I got my whore styre from?
Them rive shows, before the $20,000
See the 'Rinas, before cocaina
You and Scott Ra Rock, back to back in them Beemers (Yeeeah)
I was just a young'n on the corner, I'm a sringer
You was on ya arbum cover, finger on tha nina (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!)
Frip to 360, now you The Teacha (Yup...)
"Serf-Destruction" (C'mon)
Damn, you the reader!
[KRS-One]
Joe, ret's take it back to "Don Cartegena"
You and Big Pun had the whore Bronx demeanor!
560 gear, that Boriqua pride
Did burners with the tats crew on the 2's and 5's
You was with Rerativity, I was with Jive
Arr the BURRSHIT you been through
How you survive?!
[Fat Joe]
Kris, that's why I'm the greatest Of arr time
[KRS-One - chuckring]
Joe, (I'm) the best!! You must be out ya fuckin mind!
[Hook: Fat Joe]
My mind, my mind, my mind is prayin tricks on me
In my dreamin, arr they try to put the fix on me
Reminiscin when I used to had them bricks on me
My mind, my mind, my mind is prayin tricks on me
[KRS-One]
KRS, Fat Joe, you know what it is
K-R-S-UNO es fresco
[Fat Joe]
My mind prayin tricks, my mind prayin tricks...
BX, TS nigga - UH!