CommiT: Archive

[Chorus: (scratched by DJ Premier)]
“Dear God, I wonder can you save me?” [Snoop Dogg]
“Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body…” [Prodigy]
“Dear God, I wonder can you save me?”
“Secret society, tryin’ to keep they eye on me…” [Prodigy]
“Dear God, I wonder can you save me?”
“Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body…”
“Dear God, I wonder can you save me?”

[Verse 1]
This shit is wicked on these mean streets
None of my friends speak
We’re all tryin’ to win, but then again
Maybe it’s for the best though, ‘cause when they’re seein’ too much
You know they’re tryin’ to get you touched
Whoever said illegal was the easy way out couldn’t understand the
mechanics
And the workings of the underworld, granted
Nine to five is how to survive, I ain’t tryin’ to survive
I’m tryin’ to live it to the limit and love it a lot
Life ills, poison my body
I used to say ‘fuck mic skills,’ and never prayed to God, I prayed to
Gotti
That’s right it’s wicked, that’s life I live it
Ain’t askin’ for forgiveness for my sins, endz
I break bread with the late heads, picking their brains for angles on
all the evils that the game’ll do
It gets dangerous, money and power is changing us
And now we’re lethal, infected with D’Evils…

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
We used to fight for building blocks
Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killin’
The closest of friends when we first started
But grew apart as the money grew, and soon grew black-hearted
Thinkin’ back when we first learned to use rubbers
He never learned so in turn I’m kidnappin’ his baby’s mother
My hand around her collar, feeding her cheese
She said the taste of dollars was shitty so I fed her fifties
About his whereabouts I wasn’t convinced
So I kept feedin’ her money ‘til her shit started to make sense
Who could ever forsee, we used to stay up all night at slumber parties
now I’m tryin’ to rock this bitch to sleep
All the years we were real close
Now I see his fears through her tears, know she’s wishin’ we were still
close
Don’t cry
In time, I’ll take away your miseries and make ‘em mine, D’Evils…

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
My flesh, no nigga could test
My soul is possessed by D’Evils in the form of diamonds and lexuses
The exorcist, got me doin’ skits like Homie
You don’t know me, but the whole world owe me
Strip!
Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fuckin’ life
So now I’m down for whatever, ain’t nothing nice
Throughout my junior high years it was all friendly
But now this higher learnin’ got the Remy in me
Liquors invaded my kidneys
Got me ready to lick off, mama forgive me
I can’t be held accountable, D’Evils beating me down, boo
Got me runnin’ with guys, makin’ G’s, tellin’ lies that sound true
Come test me, I never cower
For the love of money, son, I’m givin’ lead showers
Stop screamin’, you know the demon said it’s best to die
And even if Jehovah witness, bet he’ll never testify, D’Evils…