Rebel Defenders: The Grand Admiral (Book 3 MCU/Star Wars crossover)

Stressed Out

A Tribe Called Quest Stressed Out Lyrics

Verse 2: All of a sudden, I saw these two kids frontin'
Talking out they joints but they wasn't saying nuttin'
My hand was on my toolie they was actin unruly
(Say word) Yo word up, yo I was tight caught up
But I swallowed my pride and let that nonsense ride
Because I'm positive it seems that negative dies
Yo we was at the dice game making these cats look silly
Flaming, steady running off at the Willie
I had my cash mixed, my rent due, with my play-dough
I gotta see some loot so all my girls I blow
Shook them shits in my palm let em hit the flo'
Kept my eyeballs scopign for them pigs po-po
I got to go on the ave see my parole by fo'
But I gotta steady freak these boys like JoJo
And I was doing it, til I met Ike, Spike, and Mike
One roll, they had my pockets thirstier than Sprite
Yo I know the feeling, when you feeling like a villain
You be having good thoughts but the evils be revealin'
And the stresses of life can take you off the right path (no doubt)
Jealousy and envy tends to infiltrate your staff
We gotta hold it down so we can move on past
All adversities, so we can get through fast, like that

Chorus: I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out
When you're face to face with your adversity
I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out

I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out
When you're face to face with your adversity
I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out
We're gonna make this thing work out eventually

Outro: Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it)
Don't worry we gon make it (oh yeah)
Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it)
We gon make it (gotta make it)
Don't worry we gon make it (gotta make it)
We're gonna make it (we gotta make it)
Don't worry we gon make it (we gonna make it)
We gonna make it (oh)
Don't worry we gon make it (oh)
Don't worry we gon make it (gonna make it)
Don't worry we gon make it (oh)
We gon make it
Don't worry we gon make it
I know we gonna make it (we're gonna make it)
C'mon baby we gon make it (yeah)
We gon make it (yeah)
Don't worry we gon make it (we're gonna make it)
We've gotta make it (we've gotta make it)
We've gotta make it (oh yeah)
Know we're gonna make it
We're gonna make it, gonna make it, we gotta make it, know we gonna make it

Morgan Spurlock the Funeral Home director said a few words in front of the elaborate and luxurious casket that housed Pop's body. Cottonmouth paid for it himself as a means to honor his old friend. Cottonmouth due to his role as a crimelord couldn't associate with Pop consistently but he did secretly respect Pop for leaving the criminal lifestyle and owning the barbershop. The barbershop meant more to Harlem than even his own nightclub Harlem's Paradise. Cottonmouth wore his most pristine three piece suit and volunteered to give the eulogy for Pop's funeral. Before he spoke Cottonmouth allowed Morgan Spurlock to speak.

"This is the final resting place of Henry "Pop" Hunter born in Harlem, New York/Lothal on October 14th, 1973. His final day on earth was April, 9th, 2033. Here to give Pop's eulogy and share what he meant to the neighborhood of Harlem before we lay him to rest is Mr. Cornell Stokes someone that grew up with Pop and known him since childhood."

Cottonmouth stood up from the front room and quietly thanked Spurlock before turning to face the grieving crowd. The funeral home was filled with well over a thousand people. Cottonmouth was taken aback by only three Stormtroopers stationed at the back of the funeral home. Apparently Pop's impact was so great the Empire didn't want to start a riot by having a large presence at his funeral. Cottonmouth cleared his throat and began to speak.