Gold Nugget Vs. Piece of Trash Vol. 1

Gold:

I've got two underpaid educators on the faders/
mad about the salaries of baseball players/
a nation of thugs wavin guns at the mayor/
the meek on their knees cold prayin for savior/
unable to outlast disease that plagues ya/
scientists with remedies save em for later/
'In God We Trust' written on the paper/
which soon will burn/
as humans learn/
to upgrade, advance/
got way too far in the waters of chance/
stress reaches up to the heavens/
its arms/
take the form of nuclear bombs/
and when they're weary/
they drop and crush theory/
laying to waste everything you held dearly/
death is nearing/
at this point you see clearly/
united through peril just scream if you hear me/
--Mr. Lif, "Low Key"

Trash:

As my, Daytons spin lowrider sittin low/
Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims
Hard top six-four, I'm Diddy no tint
I can't hide in New York City
I'm 'bout it in the South, sleep good in the West/
Know a chick from Watts with Bad Boy tatted on her breast/
I done been there and did it (I done been there and did it)/
Ten years without gettin sweat inside my Yankee fitted/
1990-Raw I showed you ice/
You ain't know who Jacob was so I showed you twice/
When it was (All About the Benjamins) I had two bezels on my arm
Like a Don's supposed to, Sean
Ride with a chaffeur in Gucci loafers/
And switch to All Stars without losin focus/
These rap niggaz hopeless (hopeless)
you can change the locks
but I'ma shine for niggaz that ain't know Big
--P.Diddy "We Gon Make It"


Wasn't that easy??
More to come...