Come Around (Remix)

[Intro - Sample from "Sparrow" by Marvin Gaye]: I used to, singing, baby Oh, around why don't you? Around, why don't you? Around, why don't you? "You-You good if you know me" - 50 Cent Around Around, why don't you? Around, why don't you? Sing about a melody, aww Around, why don't you? Around, why don't you? Around, why don't you? "You good if you know me" Around Around, why don't you? Around, why don't you? Anything you want to sing about Just sing it on out, now, sing it on out Let the world know what life's all about [Verse One] [Talib Kweli]: I stay ill till I stop breathin' When I attack, my eyes go black like a shark feedin' If I get too excited rappers start bleedin' So I sit still and listen to my heart beatin' I can either be part angel or part demon Snatch the food off your plate, start eatin' For us it's cheatin' but of course we make the odds even We show up and the boushe niggas start leavin' Yeah, I do it the smartest I'm the truest to hardest Nigga ya stupid to start it I'm a student of Marvin I learned my lesson, earned my blessin' Invest in a weapon so Statik select ? blunts to burn in the session The oldest profession is pimpin' and prostitution which Leads to consensual sexual revolution Heatin' them hot things till they singin' in falsetto Now they undoin' they buttons and pullin' strings like Geppetto That's why they never let go Somethin' special [Verse Two] [Termanology]: Jeffrey Dalhmer, Ready Freddy, Nirvana All day, my kicks white like baby powder You a coward, give you a lead shower It's ours, me and Stat' the Twin Towers +I Gave You Power+, this is that Nas shit My weed sour and I pushed powder Now I write, DX, Double X More checks, swallow X, cold Becks Slow steps, cop shit like Pro Keds Dame Dash of rap, I push cold vets/Corvettes So let's get it in for my twins All my friends in the Benz with their friends runnin' triz Jacuzzi, movie, the booty twirlin' will move me My lucy lovin' and loogie'll prove to me she a groupie bitch Stupid chips in the whip, makin movie clips Robbin banks with 5'9", killin the music biz [Royce Da 5'9"]: Woo! Alright, I'm here, hahaha [Break]: Sing about a melody, aww Around, why don't you? Around, why don't you? Around, why don't you? Around Around, why don't you? Around, why don't you? Sing about a melody, aww [Verse Two] [Royce Da 5'9"]: Nickel is, Statik is, Term' is, how could you possibly top me? Them poppers is choppy, lookin like my whole block is a rocky Me and hip-hop go together like swastika and Nazi Together like 2Pac and Who Shot Me? Together like the new President Barack and the hot seat (ha ha) I'm ever so evidently colder than y'all Even after y'all niggas go to the morgue I got a flow like there's no tomorrow That you couldn't hold or borrow or bite it Easy said, harder to write it I got the brain of a miser, heart of a lion Got the spit game of a geyser, the art of Orion Y'all niggas losin' weight daily like the real Carson Excuse the psychology like Dr. Phil fartin' (ha ha) Lyrical sword that I'm still sharpenin' AK-47, I'm still sparkin' [Chorus]: Sing it on out now Sing it on out Let the world know what it's all about Around, why don't you? Around, why don't you? "You-You good if you know me" - 50 Cent Around Around, why don't you? Around, why don't you? Sing about a melody, aww Around, why don't you? Around, why don't you? Around, why don't you? "You good if you know me" Around Around, why don't you? Around, why don't you? Anything you want to sing about Just sing it on out, now, sing it on out Let the world know what life's all about