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Déjà Vu

This song is by Nas.

Through the lights, cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
While, funny style niggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin' weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life
Gettin' props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, and do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, I presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Heres A Toast to my Foes, Trees, & Women
Déjà Vu
It's Like A Whole New Beginning... [x4]

(Verse 2: Nas)
Too much thugs and alcohol, what a mixture
Just picture ya life as a whole judged in court with convictions
They telling you your state of mind, like you worthless
So he curses, his moms saying Bible verses
That's all she works with but miracles, neva leave the churches
Instead, it hits the pockets of the Preacher just to purchase
A house, with a swimming pool
Labels me a sinning fool
I'm just a nigga who inherited a winning jewel
To be a trendsetter, wheneva sub-ject to respect
This and all respect through is the essential
The streets life, hustlin the struggle broke ghettos
Ballin coats settles, slowin inside a glass kettle
There's a Lee-V on my TV, lifestyles of living easy
Got my crew tense, plottin to gips to get whips with V.V.'s
Pushing cakes, new and erect is what ten plates
Celebrate and Elevation in the seeds that we make

So How You Like That?

Heres A Toast to my Foes, Trees, & Women
Déjà Vu
It's Like A Whole New Beginning... [x4]

(Verse 3: Nas)
Escobar life, gems of raw Tims
Gators for pretty boy haters in Vegas with chicks trickin fortunes
I'm glistening... Hells of cops whistling
Still I'm drifting in a high, blunts is like insulin
95i I drive high zoning
Stash box zoning my trunk, I flash not teeth golden
Look at me now Ma, blowin' but for how far?
Cars, cash, and bitches got me out more and things you never dreamed I can vouch for
Snake niggas, slither on the A of lights
I ain't a Christian, but I find that we pray alike
Neva no one to ask for the time to a saint
A mask and 9, I think, will make my problems sink
Down on Canal, similar to how we drink
Distinct diamonds flooded, thank shines on my links
Drug money, snortin bitches, in-a, in the times
Got my 9, till I flatline, nigga give me mine!

Déjà Vu [repeat till fade]

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