Clipse - Let God Sort Em Out Album Cover
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Clipse — All Things Considered Lyrics (ft. Pharrell & The-Dream)

How I’m doing?

All things considered, let’s be specific
My momma cheek, I miss it, I wanna kiss it
Nige’ askin’ for siblings, I know he meant it
V miscarried, we hid it, I’m glad he missed it
Hundred thousand-a-maybe, you stick with it
Pre-ordered the strollers, our face in it
I pays for my stock with the baby in it
If the sky’s not your limit, you’ll never get it
Turn niggas to statistics, I’m so sadistic
So religious, that’s so malicious
No division, still so snow magicians
Blitzin’ niggas for riches like fourth dimensions
Pay attention and listen, the snake’s hissin’
Niggas is writing statements that say they didn’t
Dream of takin’ you down, they hate hittin’
Wanna show you around, but they J. Princin’

Richards replace all the Pateks
Dior slides made of iguana
Stuff the walls for tomorrow
Fuck I look like tryin’ to borrow?
Blow a budget, like fuck it
We gon tuck it ’til it all falls down
When the chess game is played smarter
Swear this life is so awesome

All things considered, I been forgivin’
How to pack the blizzard in Honda Civics
Took fatherless women and showed them livin’
Left momma the children, it take a village
Writings was on the wall like hieroglyphics
My circle split up the pie, that’s long division
When Jada was askin’ “Why?” I saw the vision
My homies that didn’t die was all in prison
Visits behind the glass, my mirror image
Skin is blemished, names were mentioned
Explains the sentence, the pain is endless
Identifyin’ the body, it takes forensics
Gun’s Czechoslovaki, it’s starts and ends it
The only sin left is to flirt with vengeance
Made my exit, just to make my entrance
Revolvin’ door, maybe I can make a difference

Richards replace all the Pateks

Dior slides made of iguana
Stuff the walls for tomorrow
Fuck I look like tryin’ to borrow?
Blow a budget, like fuck it
We gon tuck it ’til it all falls down
When the chess game is played smarter
Swear this life is so awesome

Life and death are simple formalities, ain’t no way around it
You can [?] technicalities, ain’t no way around it
It’s genocide when pawns feed the headlines
The kingdom of truth can never outlive a lie
They’ll come for your king, but the throne survives
Unleash the queen, take ’em dead or alive
Pyro, pyrex
Icey, iris
It all ends in violence
Either way, it was worth the suspense
I’ve considered all things

Sazid Kabir

I've loved music and writing all my life. That's why I started this blog. In my spare time, I make music and run this blog for fellow music fans.