The Neptunes Present Clones - Blaze of Glory (Clipse) lyrics

[Pharrell] n***a, put down ya beer and - snatch up ya chair 'n A lot of clak up, clak up, street clearin' First the firing then the siren you'll be hearin' Your man gotta few heartbeat left they fearin' [Chorus - Pharrell] It's me or you, or them or us Lost to what, them things gon' bust Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust I clear the land, "In God We Trust" n***a It's the blaze of glory, the blaze of glory You come in here for these n***az, the blaze of glory The blaze of glory, the blaze of glory You come in here for these n***az, the blaze of glory [Pusha T] EGHCK! f** ya crews and, who ya choosin' Critics and news, and all their reviews The watch j**eled and, VS j**els with Different hews, of rogues or blues The street movement, that I move wit "Hurri"s the "cane" like Miami U Ya n***az foolin', whatcha doin Obviously, you ain't got a clue It's the blaze of glory I'm k**er in the clutch, like the Lakers' Horry Wit four seconds left, rappers can't ignore me Quit stepping on my heel You f**ers riding my flow, like I'm your training wheels, ugh! Mind over matter, SL blacker Sunny days, I might if to think he can't ROOF! You n***az fishin, well wishin Lotta rhyme but still missin' the vision, it's the blaze of glory [Chorus] [Ab-Liva] Sheah, the blaze of glory, rewrite history Turn pages for me, my story is epic Hustle in my blood, my story is metric Bring that O backwards I'm feeling dyslexic Grew up mis-directed, dark complected Sometimes no electric, it was hectic It was harsh, I was awed, I was infected, neglected At sixteen, I got connected like Tetris Had the power to zone, turn powder to stone In any beef, iron drept it, iron tested Think back, I invested, I a**essed it, I reflected Think back, I was requested by God I shall lead as I was directed Demand to be king, I was selected a menacing thing Defying the odds, the fire with arms A tyrants evolved, the tyrant is on, so run for ya weapon n***a! [Chorus] [Malice] I'm for that hit rich quick sh**, for that quick lick For that quick Vick f**a, I ain't for the bullsh** I ain't for the small talk, strictly 'bout the ballpark Figures on my numbers these n***az is all talk n***az is missin', out on life, I ain't hit him I ain't sittin 'round thumb-twiddling, I ain't wishin' No one could ever tell the Malicious I ain't livin' The home town homies hate my name, I ain't trippin' I don't retaliate, I don't hate, I obliv' 'em Jus 'round my neck, I'ma Christian, I forgive 'em I was chosen to hold this throne I held my own, ever since I held that zone And served it, from all the days I heard mama's curses Now I put it in verses, it was worth it Don't let it hurt kid, push a pack, cook a crack Whatever be the plate, motherf**a get the bank, uh! [Chorus]