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Trouble Man (Sign of the Times)

[Inspectah Deck]

Check out the avenue, New York, New York the Rotten Apple

We grapple in the streets to stack loot and slip the shackles

I'm currently, servin twenty-nine to life

Duckin the searchlight, no sleep for like the third night

The big life is trife, got the young kids hyped

Cops shoot on sight, heat pipe be blowin through the night

The land where you ain't fam, there's no pity

Similar to Chocolate City, ten times gritty

Hittin hard, liquor's God, niggaz plottin on the come off

and come off, quicker than the clothes on the stripper

and slide like she doin up and down the railing

Bitch tailing in the Range with Golden Arms smooth sailin

The clock's tickin, somebody's on the block snitchin

The plot thickens, phones are tapped, cops listen

Too hot for prison, plus too cold to hold my girl

cause I married this life and she's my whole world

Chorus: {unknown singer}

It's just a sign of the times

Calmly listen - to these lines..

I'm goin out of my mind

Livin - the street life..

[Inspectah Deck]

Aiyyo, aiyyo

Make me wanna holla way they do my life

My life, is like a carousel one endless night

Where most die for pies, some holdin their chrome

A large percent die for causes not even their own

When the Inspectah Deck be long dead and gone

long live the INS clone they workin on

Til then, I hold a section, I stand alone no co-defendant

Showin the weapon, this saga had no story endin

It's ghetto heaven, and at the same time hell - shots propel

The one that missed me got Chanel

In the future ruled by computer, I self tutor

The music is the simulator, facin the user

I do it for those who walk the same road

And no regrets do I hold f

Trouble Man (Sign of the Times) /

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