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Attention Span
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Gotham, Talib Kweli & Diamond D
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Yeah, they getting too slimy Liable to make this peace brother turn grimy I'm out now, yo You don't pay attention, man That's why your money is the size of your attention span, and You don't pay attention, man That's why your money is the size of your attention span, damn You don't pay attention, man That's why your money is the size of your attention span Hold tight, this is the last time you'll hear me I'm out now My New York n***as move keys like Cal Tjader Get the cream like the alfredo with Beef steak tomatoes on heat like potatoŠµs Bombs burstin' in the air like my banner is star spanglŠµd You started hearin' all these trumpets blarin' like archangels coming We out here taking action with losses Am I privileged enough to die from natural causes? I was in Paris on the night that Bourdain died I wish I knew he was in pain, I would've been at his side When you face immortality You make space for the morality you erased to get paid a salary Your soul is the one thing you should never sell 'Cause you can't buy an air conditioner in Hell I ain't talking no mystery gods History at odds with the narrative you spit to me 'cause you lying So when you say you not buying it, that's irrelevant And it's pretty convenient 'cause I ain't selling it You don't pay attention, man That's why your money is the size of your attention span, and You don't pay attention, man That's why your money is the size of your attention span, damn You don't pay attention, man That's why your money is the size of your attention span, and You don't pay attention, man That's why your money is the size of your attention span, damn Meanwhile if you measure what I'm about It look like I'm the all-seeing eye off of my account Vision laid all over the bills I iron out Taught to keep it clean when you tuck it inside the house The irony of living outside and ducking the outline Off your innermost fears inside and out You know how the story go, born alone, die alone 'Til they bring the gentrifieds home for the glory road And made us underrated icons in front of a tripod 'Cause for every Chelsea Handler there's always a Tyshawn So, yo, who's making this cheese, this cash, these bucks? Whether for me or the Ds, bet your hands be up, tried to tell you, but You don't pay attention, man (Ha, haha) That's why your money is the size of your attention span, and You don't pay attention, man That's why your money is the size of your attention span, damn You don't pay attention, man That's why your money is the size of your attention span, and You don't pay attention, man That's why your money is the size of your attention span, damn
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