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John Legend

"Don't Body Ya Self (MC Burial)"

Hope y'all make it through the storm
You know what though, I love the rain man
A lot of you cats are runnin' your mouths (hahaha)
Your runnin' your mouths crazy
Think y'all got to ease up though, you know
Ease up 'fore somethin' happen man
We don't want that, at least you don't
Be easy man, tell you how it feels to be on top of the world
But y'all n*ggas better take it slow
Don't body ya self
Don't body ya self
Yeah, don't body ya self n*gga

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Everybody get low n*ggas
Dedicated to the f*ck Nas coalition
Touch my dough, I'm lettin' .40 cals blow, n*gga
Not cows with four legs
But cals with more lead
That add up more dead
It's on n*gga, I'ma bury 'em
n*ggas don't want beef they vegetarian
Scared of pus*y you climbed out a caesarean (woo!)
I push ya grown ass back in your mother's womb
You need 9 more months
Your crews 9 more punks
You rhyme on stuff and claim I ain't sign y'all up
If I sign y'all I'm on dust
Yeah we from the same hood but n*gga WHAT?!
When y'all was tryna rap y'all was makin' me proud
Man now you f*cked up down on your luck, runnin' your mouth man
Why don't be a real man, say you need a little help
And I might help your ass off the shelf
But no, you're bein' disrespectful
Thinkin' son so cool that he won't check you
Stand down, the king is home
Queens' own, NASDAQ, Dow Jones

Don't body ya self
Take it slow man
Slow down (yeah)
Take it slow motherf*cker
Don't body ya self
Let's listen
Let's just listen
Don't body ya self
Slow down though man
Slow down
Y'all gotta take it slow

[Verse 2]
I am De Niro after Am.Ex. commercials and The Fockers
With Martin Scorsese after Gangs of New York could rock this
Back together with the master plan
The rebirth of Langston Hughes, I'm that man
I'm in the streets like old graffiti
I'm hearin' wankstas talkin' greasy
Whether broke or rich my friend
Nasir bring that career to an end
And I'm bored with you MCs B
Y'all beneath me
And my raps bring horror like a board of Ouija
Of course I'm the king, get my shine on
And I blind y'all 'cause they call me The Lord of the Rings
Pinky heavy man, big stones in the wedding ban'
Smell of brimstone back from Hell again
Next verse gets worse from God's son to Devil sent

Y'all need to take it slow
Don't body ya self
Motherf*cker act like ya know ('05)
Motherf*cker better take it slow
Don't body ya self

[Verse 3]
They say Jada defeated him
Joe too street for him
What's next? I guess it's for Nas to Ether him
Y'all awaiting an MC burial
This is ethereal, FM stereo to XM radio
What does it mean, ethereal? Hmm.. either heavenly or spiritual
Extreme, delicately light in a way that seems too perfect for this world
Man that is righteous, faithful and keeps law
Will surely live declares the sovereign Lord
And you are none of the above
So you a sucka for death, if I'm a sucka for love
And y'all wanna know why I don't gotta answer n*ggas
'Cause I truly understand these n*ggas
Scared of me so they talk about family members
Like I can't point out your grandma to n*ggas
Damn you was my man like crew, dog
Don't make me change your body frame to blue fog
The Q is the borough of true Dons
Any disrespect n*gga we choose arms
Will it be Gilmore or Crowe's?
n*gga act like ya know

Y'all better take it slow
Motherf*cker act like ya know
Mess around and body ya self man
Don't body ya self

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