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  1. ::Sounds of an Airplane flying and then landing with landing gear tires screeching::

    Flight Attendent:

    On behalf of Pan Am Airlines, we'd like to be the first
    To welcome you to New York City.
    We'd like to thank you for flying Pan Am.
    The local time is 6:45 AM and the temperature is 89 degrees

    Everlast:

    I've been up all night
    On the red eye flight
    The dawn's early light
    Got the skyline bright
    I'm in the back of a car service
    My driver's kind of nervous
    'Cause I'm tokin' on a blunt that's fat
    He say "(Do)you know where you at?"
    I say I know where I am
    And if you really want a tip
    Then Mr. don't get flam
    I ain't tryin' to be rude
    And I ain't stressin' you gramps
    But this shit right here
    It be the breakfast of champs
    I've been tokin' on this since thirteen years old
    And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold
    And there ain't nobody sneezin' at the money I fold
    And I ain't here for your pleasin'
    So put that shit on hold
    Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel
    And turn the radio up while I finish this L

    Bell Hop:

    Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford, your usual room
    Is ready and waiting. Let me take your luggage.
    If you need anything while
    You're staying, just let me know.

    Everlast:
    Good lookin' out
    That's for you.

    I hop out my car
    Step into the lobby
    Everybody's on the floor

    2nd Bank Robber:

    "(Everybody) get down!"

    Everlast:

    It's a motherfuckin' robbery
    The shit's in progress
    I can feel the stress
    I wonder silently to God "How(did) I get in this mess?"
    They tell me to freeze and get down..

    Bank Robber:

    "This ain't no fuckin' joke!"

    Everlast:

    … on my knees

    …Between my jewels and my cash…

    3rd Bank Robber:

    Run that shit!

    Everlast:

    I'm holdin' thirty five G's
    They told me to run it
    So I got bold and I fronted
    And like Slick Rick said
    "I know I shouldn't have done it"
    'Cause now they standin' over me
    Watchin' me bleed
    Damn, I got to quit smokin' all this weed
    There's a pain in my chest
    But yo, I must be blessed
    Because before I faded out I saw the EMS
    The paramedics
    They greet me with some anesthetics
    They killin' my pain
    They screamin' my name
    Tryin' to keep me in the conscious world
    I'm thinkin' about my mom
    My sister and my girl
    I'm prayin' to God
    Don't let this go too far
    As they rush me into the St. Luke's O.R.
    They pull the bullets out my chest
    And give 'em back in a jar
    Now I'm wearin' this scar
    'Cause I tried to play hard

    Doctor:

    Mr. Ford, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.

    Everlast:

    What are you talkin' about?

    Doctor:

    It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine and damaged the cord.

    Everlast:

    So what are you tryin' to tell me?

    Doctor:

    Well, suffice it to say I don't think you'll be jumpin' around anymore.

    Everlast:

    Yo, this can't happen to me
    I just can't believe it
    I'm trapped in a wheelchair
    A paraplegic…
    There ain't no rehab
    There ain't no therapy
    For the rest of my life
    Somebody's gotta take care of me
    And people stare at me
    With pity in they' eyes
    And every mornin' I rise to a life of despise
    And ever night I think I might never rock the mic again
    'Cause my brain's fucked up on percocet and vicodin
    Might as well be heroin pulsin' through my veins
    Gotta kill these pains
    Or blow out my brains
    To free me from these chains…
    I'm trapped in this physical hell
    To walk again I just might sell my soul
    And I'm only twenty somethin' years old…

    ::Sounds of a heart beating slowly coming to a stop::

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  4. On behalf of Pan Am Airlines, we'd like to be the first
    To welcome you to New York City. 
    We'd like to thank you for flying Pan Am.
    The local time is 6:45 AM and the temperature is 89 degrees

    I've been up all night
    On the red eye flight
    The dawn's early light
    Got the skyline bright
    I'm in the back of a car service
    My driver's kind of nervous
    'Cause I'm tokin' on a blunt that's fat
    You say you know where you at
    I say I know where I am
    And if you really want a tip
    Then Mr. don't get flam
    I ain't tryin' to be rude
    And I ain't stressin' you gramps
    But this shit right here
    It be the breakfast of champs
    I've been tokin' on this since thirteen years old
    And when I look up at my wall I see platinum and gold
    And there ain't nobody sneezin' at the money I fold
    And I ain't here for your pleasin'
    So put that shit on hold
    Just keep your mouth shut and get me to the hotel
    And turn the radio up while I finish this L

    Welcome back to the Five Seasons Mr. Ford, your usual room
    Is ready and waiting. Let me take your luggage. 
    If you need anything while
    You're staying, just let me know.
    Good lookin' out
    That's for you.

    I hop out my car
    Step into the lobby
    Everybody's on the floor (get down)
    It's a motherfuckin' robbery
    The shit's in progress
    I can feel the stress
    I wanna silently to God how I get in this mess
    They tell me to freeze and get down on my knees
    Between my jewels and my cash
    I'm holdin' thirty five G's
    They told me to run it
    So I got bold and I front it
    And like Slick Rick said
    I know I shouldn't have done it
    'Cause now they standin' over me
    Watchin' me bleed
    Damn, I got to quit smokin' all this weed
    There's a pain in my chest
    But yo, I must be blessed
    Because before I faded out I saw the EMS
    The paramedics
    They greet me with some anesthetics
    They killin' my pain
    They screamin' my name
    Tryin' to keep me in the conscious world
    I'm thinkin' about my mom
    My sister and my girl
    I'm prayin' to God
    Don't let this go too far
    As they rush me into the St. Luke's O.R.
    They pull the bullets out my chest
    And give 'em back in a jar
    Now I'm wearin' this scar
    'Cause I tried to play hard

    Mr. Ford, I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.
    What are you talkin' about?
    It would appear that one of the bullets grazed your spine and damaged the cord.
    So what are you tryin' to tell me?
    Well, it's safe to say I don't think you'll be jumpin' around anymore.

    Yo, this can't happen to me
    I just can't believe it
    Trapped in a wheelchair
    A paraplegic
    There ain't no rehab
    There ain't no therapy
    For the rest of my life
    Somebody's gotta take care of me
    And people stare at me
    With pity in their eyes
    And every mornin' I rise to a life of despise
    And ever night I think I might never rock the mic again
    'Cause my brain's fucked up on percacet and vicadin
    Might as well be heroin pulsin' through my veins
    Gotta kill these pains
    Or blow out my brains
    To free me from these chains
    I'm trapped in this physical hell
    To walk again I just might sell my soul
    And I'm only twenty somethin' years

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