I don't know what you mean to me I don't even know what it takes To begin to conceal this break In a world I know so well Get away for the next one All alone in this single town Ever dearly I'm still around With my feet still on the ground Everything that you mean to me Is tangled up in a broken dream And I keep hoping that the sorrow Will get swept away I'm alone in a symphony I'm a ride in a shiny maze And I keep hoping that the sorrow Will get swept away Yeah I keep hoping that the sorrow Will get lost and swept away Hope this will get swept away Hope this will get lost and swept away Hope this will get swept away Hope this will get lost and swept away I don't know what you mean to me I don't even know what it takes To begin to conceal this break In a world I know so well Get away for the next one All alone in this single town Ever dearly I'm still around With my feet still on the ground Everything that you mean to me Is tangled up in a broken dream And I keep hoping that the sorrow Will get swept away I'm alone in a symphony I'm a ride in a shiny maze And I keep hoping that the sorrow Will get swept away Yeah I keep hoping that the sorrow Will get lost and swept away Hope this will get swept away Hope this will get lost and swept away Hope this will get swept away Hope this will get lost and swept away

MC's who slept for days, must be swept away (Malik B) The rhythm just sways, and like a sorceress I slays Foes, and ri-vals, who wanna come This way, they, better pay attention Or a penchant not to mention suspension From the microphone, plus the tension Trey-eight oh's will vacate those If there's drama with my henchmen So lamp to my man Mussolini Go get your whole staff, call the calf Cause half-and-half's couldn't cream me Malik B and BlackThought, the dreadlock Mannn, transss-gressin You'll catch lead I, crushin Poundin on the drums like King Kong We can ring your bellll, ding-dong! I styles with my vocab-ulary The Roots the one to call your ultra adversary Now you're all desert cause I'ma serv ya like a tray To meet your doom Malik's the boom so you get swept away MC's who slept for days, must be swept away (BlackThought) Yo, hello everybody do I needduct' I be the mic mercenary very un. clear To your ear the exquisite pattern that you hear It's known to be Black Butta Baby Crazy cardiac my attack on any fat rhythm That I capture kid I snatch the mic from tykes While I proceed. and continue. to tend to Business, cause this is, how I do I'm insane, and go against the grain like freight Never on no nigga dick, cause I'm just too hip Plus I rest where niggaz pack and never act Other than ill, shit is real in Phy-double So if you want trouble let's stomp My mission is to flip on comp You might aspire to be flyer than I, you must pay Your dues while I bruise niggaz new for the day Shall be swept away MC's who slept for days, must be swept away MC's who slept for days, must be... I'm on a mission ...: There's somethin goin on:... ain repeats)

Jersey made, I was born and raised in the garden state And my mama prayed I would trust in God Growing up is hard so I made mistakes In the DMV getting my degree It was fun and games all 'fore the drinking again, oh I tried to fit in but didn't I'm different, yeah, I know (know) The houses I stayed in were great But they never felt like home (so) I'm going cross country I won't stop running 'til I find where I belong I'm going cross country Know they might judge me, I ain't gotta prove 'em wrong 'Cause I know it's okay to be in my own lane When I'm doing what they say can't be done I'm going cross country I won't stop running 'til I find where I belong (where I belong) Went to ATL where the nights are long Wrote a thousand songs that will never sell 'Til I dropped the bomb that would put me on Did it by myself, uh Heard the living's good out in Hollywood Thought I might as well, uh And I signed a deal (oh) I tried to fit in but didn't I'm different, yeah, I know (know) The houses I stayed in were great But they never felt like home (so) I'm going cross country I won't stop running 'til I find where I belong (I belong) I'm going cross country Know they might judge me I ain't gotta prove 'em wrong (prove 'em wrong) 'Cause I know it's okay to be in my own lane When I'm doing what they say can't be done I'm going cross country I won't stop running 'til I find where I belong (where I belong) Cross country I won't stop running 'til I find where I belong I'm going cross country Know they might judge me But I ain't gotta, I ain't gotta prove them wrong Ooh, ooh Ooh, oh-oh Ooh, ooh Ooh, oh-oh