(feat. KRS-One) ^{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 ^KRS-One 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! ^{Hook: Fat Joe} 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-One 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! ^{Fat Joe} 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 ^KRS-One 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! ^{Joe Crack (KRS)} 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 ^{Hook: Fat Joe} 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 ^{Fat Joe} Yeah.. Is this my conscience speakin? Sounds like my mentor ^KRS-One 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?! ^{Fat Joe (KRS-One)} 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! ^KRS-One 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?! ^{Fat Joe} Kris, that's why I'm the greatest Of all time ^{KRS-One - chuckling} Joe, (I'm) the best!! You must be out ya fuckin mind! ^{Hook: Fat Joe} 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-One KRS, Fat Joe, you know what it is K-R-S-UNO es fresco ^{Fat Joe} My mind playin tricks, my mind playin tricks... BX, TS nigga - UH!