Lyrics:
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo

Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate

[Xzibit]
Meditate, levitate
Greetings from the Golden State
Mr. X, to the Z
Concentrate, come walk with me
Your shit sound so awkwardly
I don't rhyme I just stomp down beats
Real estate, section eight
Which one would you rather take?
Concentrate, move that weight
Show me how you regulate
Hold up, wait, that shit's fake
Get these niggaz up out my face
Shake the room, bend the spoon
Turn this up now, stay in tune
Hypnotized by the way she move
Take your time you might arrive too soon, hahahaha

[Chorus]
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate

Bring that back, what was that?
Oh my lord, she got back
So precise, so intact
Oh my God, who is that?

Hibernate
Concemate
Man Was Made To Procreate
My Estates
Generates
As If My Family Name Was Gates
Days Of Grace
Lift Big Plates
Why Be Good Nigga Go Be Great
Hit The Breaks
Crack Them Creates
Have U In A Run Goin State To State
Contemplate
Demonstrate
Mind Over Mayhem No Mistakes
Lift Some Weights
Eat Some Steaks
But You Dont Really Want That Face To Face
But Lets Relax
Check Ya Traps
Dont Let Your Concentration Snap
I Love The Way She Arch Her Back
Like How A Mothafucka Supposed To Handle That Ha!

[Chorus]
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate

Bring that back, what was that?
Oh my lord, she got back
So precise, so intact
Oh my God, who is that?

[Xzibit]
Breath control, touch yo' soul
Just maintain don't lose control
Participate, congratulate
Cause everything else'll be seen as hate
Remain in place, the same mindstate
Get off yo' ass and celebrate
Congregate, associate
Don't fuck yo'self procrastinate
Dilate, to an all time great
Calculate the next move I make
Crack the safe, keep that ace
in my waistband just in case
I'm no rat can't run yo' race
Not too good don't fit my taste
I love the way she make that shake
Makin it hard to concentrate


Bring that back, what was that?
Oh my lord, she got back
So precise, so intact
Oh my God, who is that?

[Chorus]
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate
Concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate

Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo

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