[Chorus: MeLa Machinko & Pharoahe Monch]
In my heart and in my mind
I'm gon' win in due time
Show me the way (Show me the way)
Give me a sign (Give me a sign)
And I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine (I said it)
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine (Hey)
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
[Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch]
Look man, do not get my block pissed, we'll blast your brain
Two-hundred-thousand dollar whips and chains
Crooked cops, Crips, crack cocaine
2Pac, Chris, I'm still feelin' the pain
Seven-year-old girl, shot and slain? What does it all mean?
We go insane in the struggle
The stress make him add panic
Where I'm from, we do not eat organic (Talk about it)
You see, my mama can not afford Whole Foods
She break fast for the bread, call it soul food
Where I come from — let it breathe
Where I come from, no one runs when funds run low in lump sums
We chose to dump dumb dumb bullets (Dun, dun)
We livin' hum-drum in the slums where scum conceal stun guns
The word's mum for fun, son, conundrums ain't pretty
In this cesspool called New York Shitty
I call it that 'cause it smell like shit
Walk around hunchbacked or you might get hit (Talk about it)
I knew a nigga sold crack to his moms
That same motherfucker sold crack to his kid
Lookin' like three-hundred comin' back from his bid
Like, "Pharoahe, let's get this money for real"
[Chorus: MeLa Machinko & Pharoahe Monch]
In my heart and in my mind
I'm gon' win in due time
Show me the way (Show me the way)
Give me a sign (Give me a sign)
And I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine (Say it)
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine (Hey)
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
[Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch]
He said, "Pharoahe, let's get this money up"
What the fuck? What, you need me to holla at Steve Rifkin?
Hit him, escape from New York like Snake Plissken
I told you from the gate that you needed more marketing
And these major labels are not listenin'
Stood in a b-boy stance, teeth glistenin'
From the gold in his mouth, the summer breeze was whistlin'
I contemplated my retort, eyes fixed in
On a crucifix around his neck, I guess he was Christian
Just then, the police siren had pitched in
To the soundtrack of the hood, so I spoke with conviction
Spoke as if I was 6'10" with thick skin
Put a little bass in my voice like pitch bend
'Cause where I come from
Where I come from, we all come from
Sky, moon, the stars, the earth and sun
Multiple skin tones, your blood is one
The pen is the ammo to my automatic gun
Bring to fruition what I write to get me out of the slums
And I'ma shine, sh-sh-shine, shine, shine
Shine like the sun, the world is mine
Each line of speech designed to transcend time
And reach the unborn to transform your mind
And I'ma shine, shine
[Chorus: MeLa Machinko & Pharoahe Monch]
In my heart and in my mind
I'm gon' win in due time
Show me the way (Show me the way)
Give me a sign (Give me a sign)
And I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine (It's that)
I'm gon' shine, I'm gon' shine (Hey)
I'm gon' shine (Hey), I'm gon' shine (Uh)
[Outro: Pharoahe Monch]
Now, New York, if ya in the house and ya turnin' it out
Without a doubt, know what I'm talkin' about
Just scream and shout and everybody say
Sh-sh-sh-shine, shine, shine
Now, Detroit with the funky beats, gettin' wild in the street
See the mark of the beast, say, "Fuck the police"
What up, X?
Shine, sh-sh-sh-shine, shine, shine
Chi-Town with the funky sound, soul by the pound
Just get on down with the w-w-woo! W-w-whoa!
Say sh-sh-sh-shine, shine, shine
West coast, side with the most
Holdin' your toast, ya brag, ya boast
What the izzle, what the whoa!
Everybody say, sh-sh-sh-shine, shine, shine
Dirty, ah ah, dirty (ya know)
Dirty, ah ah, dirty (ya know)
Dirty, ah ah, dirty (come on)
Dirty, ah ah, dirty (come on)
I say, sh-sh-shine, shine, shine
