My Conscience Lyrics - The Elephant In The Room - Fat Joe

Coca! Krills! 

{A-A-A-Al-Al-Al-Al-Alchemist} 

uh hun, uh hun, shit, 

My mind playin tricks, my mind playin tricks... 

Uh! I don't give a fuck, no! I don't give a fuck, no! 

Sex, money, murder, we call this the hit 'em up flow 

Barely fifteen, copped my first triple bean 

Tryna get wit Fat Cat 

and Pappy to do my thing 

I'm just a kid, with envisions 

and visions of gettin C.R.E.A.M. 

Ronald Reagan told me 

"Yo, Joey just do ya thing" 

Now I'm lookin back, man 

I ain't have no conscience 

Slappin niggaz silly 

till them niggaz fell unconscious 

Speakin of my conscience 

Now it be fuckin with me 

So-called activist 

try to dis me publicly 

And they don't even know where my heart at, heart at 

And I don't even know where to start at, start at 

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But this your conscience speakin 

No time for cryin and weepin 

You tryin to climb, you reachin 

up to ya prime, you eatin' 

You ripped a rhyme last weekend 

You cleared a mill, no cheatin' 

Who give some fuck what they speakin'? 

Just keep movin, leadin! 

You from the place of them heathens 

Cop needs to see them 

for no reason, 

Young hustlers in the street bleedin 

Moms grievin 

Joe, you came up from all that 

Fuck that, you taught us how to survive, CRACK! 

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My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me 

In my dreamin, all they try to put the fix on me 

Reminiscin when I used to had them bricks on me 

My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me 

Would the critics come at you if you was Arnold Schwarzenegger? 

Killing cops in movies (BO! BO! BO!), promotin graphic anger 

You should run for governor, Republicans be lovin ya! 

Yeah, wave the Confederate flag like some Southerners?! 

Nah! I rather be on the block like a hustler 

Guns with the mufflers 

D's put the cuffs on us 

He's an MC and these streets put they trust in us 

Yeah Joey Crack, but they also put they lust in us 

They fuss wit us, ain't nobody helpin us! 

One minute they cheerin us 

Next minute they cussin us! 

Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em! 

Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em! Fuck 'em! 

That's that nigga bitch-hoe shit (OHH!) 

I don't even trust 'em (OHH!) 

My conscience says no 

I wanna hit 'em wit a '9 (Haaaaaah!) 

These are some thoughts, re-occuring on my mind, now 

My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me 

In my dreamin, all they try to put the fix on me 

Reminiscin when I used to had them bricks on me 

My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me 

Yeah. 

Is this my conscience speakin? 

Sounds like my mentor 

Yup, you guessed it! 

How else could I enter? 

It's been a couple of years, as we rock the joint venture 

You ain't been callin me lately, you don't remember?! 

Shiiiiit! 

Who you think I got my whole style from? 

Them live shows, before the $20, 000 

See the 'Rinas, before cocaina 

You and Scott La Rock, back to back in them Beemers (Yeeeah) 

I was just a young'n on the corner, I'm a slinger 

You was on ya album cover, finger on tha nina (BO! BO! BO! BO! BO! BO!) 

Flip to 360, now you The Teacha (Yup...) 

"Self-Destruction" (C'mon) 

Damn, you the leader! 

Joe, let's take it back to "Don Cartegena" 

You and Big Pun had the whole Bronx demeanor! 

560 gear, that Boriqua pride 

Did burners with the tats crew on the 2's and 5's 

You was with Relativity, I was with Jive 

All the BULLSHIT you been through 

How you survive?! 

Kris, that's why I'm the greatest Of all time 

Joe, (I'm) the best!! You must be out ya fuckin mind! 

My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me 

In my dreamin, all they try to put the fix on me 

Reminiscin when I used to had them bricks on me 

My mind, my mind, my mind is playin tricks on me 

KRS, Fat Joe, you know what it is 

K-R-S-UNO es fresco 

My mind playin tricks, my mind playin tricks... 

BX, TS nigga - UH!