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[Produced by Powers Pleasent] |
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[Verse 1: Dirty Sanchez] |
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The sky ain't the same no more |
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Clouds identical to poison chemical trails |
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Keep your eyes open |
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Kids, eat your vegetables |
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School, I never had principles |
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Bought a rap blown like 5-0's |
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In front of pigs stopped they said I |
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Hot headed, make thermometers pop |
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Not up to par, no cigar, mad papers and |
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Jah, jah bless though, I'm not alone |
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Tappin our phones so they know where the best go |
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You in the presence of stars, now Little Dipper |
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Haters and haters, I love you lil' ******s |
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Have Rocka snuffin' your jaw |
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Callin' Rokamouth, Dirty ragamuffin not for nothing I been rockin' out |
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Negative energy, either brothers or enemies |
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My cargo far your cargo, short lack longevity |
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I, treat my ************ like a letter, I just let her go |
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Sincerely, me before I blow |
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It's Dirty |
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[Verse 2: Rokamouth] |
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So I try to survive without money But I'm making my music |
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And you know the game is funny Entertain and abuse it |
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Stupid rich while I'm hungry, and I study this ugly point of view |
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Like making a crowd move just for honeys |
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I got G's overdue, that's cheese that's expired |
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If I'm tired, I'm a lose Rappers gettin' [?] |
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You never hired |
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What to do, never gonna retire We still minors to the news |
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Only 20 years old, got full control of you fools |
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Ahead of you too |
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Fast maneuvers like computers peep the way that I move |
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Sample huntin' in the dungeon on a ride to the moon |
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Keep them waitin' for a tune, I don't know why I do |
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I'm a starve in this youth Guess its just what we choose |
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I'm just waiting for a plate I escape, got me takin off |
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Just trying to find my faith As I'm rated off these blogs |
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Is he even, is he odd, not the meaning of my songs |
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I'm asking why involved, if you ain't gon' help the cause |
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I'm speaking life in awe, while I'mma have to cut you off |
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If you ain't gon be thinking small, you gon' stack no bills at all |
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So 4-7, let us ball |
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I'mma use my heart, and hold my [?] |
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Make a call, and get a ball one man bank for sure |
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Once I get my dough, I'll buy a rose gold rope |
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And hope I don't get got on this one way plot |
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I came a long way comin' off from my block |
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And I make sure I won't stop as I chew right through your spot |
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Won't have enough 'til we all on top |
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Better make room, or you gon' get knocked |
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And no deals say the [?] never ever gets dropped |
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[Bridge: T'Nah Apex & CJ Fly x4] |
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Ever gets dropped, no one ever, ever gets dropped |
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I don't think we know it yet, I don't think we know it yet |
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We got it all on the line, life's a gamble |
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A handful of dice and we chose to bet |
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[Verse 3: CJ Fly] |
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Ya'll know we 'bout our business cuz we got us some staff |
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Show 'em what the business cause they gotta be trash |
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When I got that New Jersey, thought I'd stay right on track |
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Try to use my train of thought to determine my path |
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When I drop, it's gonna be like we playin' jacks |
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Steppin' out the box and no one can tell me jack |
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And that's just a fact |
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Sending a message but no this ain't a fax |
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The future that I manifested, know it is in effect |
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Gotta disinfect I'm spitting like mucous in my vest |
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That's something I should get off my chest |
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And I'm when I'm in L-A-X |
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The things I'm getting done, that they less |
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Don't hear the [?], still I get on the list |
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Shoot for the stars from sky like I had subs on the jet |
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Was never in the same class so let's change the subject |
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****** the only substance that was making some sense |
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Had to leave but realize that you was right where you left |
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[Verse 4: Dessy Hinds] |
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Knock, knocking, Mr. Bill Collector |
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Still don't respect ya cause my skill offends ya |
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They pour a ****** syrup thinking that he might surrender |
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Think that they lent this life [?] |
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Until we blew our brains out and you just got to vent us |
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Fees never get us feed and please never get the cheese |
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These ******s never sleep until it's anesthesiology |
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With my sorry lease, I'm bound to be driving my mama's V |
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Tryna come up with a verse for a sonnet pull up my G's |
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Gotten better than jeans for a G star |
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Jeans and a fleece warm for the weather in the East tour |
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Now I got my stories stored in |
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Rip your vocal cords, recordings |
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[?] from sortin' |
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Even when I started this game, I saw ends, lost friends |
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Met up with my Pro-Era clique |
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And I ain't ended up in the pen cause I ended with a pen |
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And that ****** got the time to never hesitate to spin |
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From spittin' venom with sins cause all the flowers blossom |
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And all the thoughts you never think, now it's got them |
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Gotham City |
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[Verse 5: NYCk Caution] |
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They never find me in a cell, I ain't Sam Fisher |
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Grand swishers expand like panned pictures |
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This is life as a member of what's better |
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So I just throw the Era up, like a pitcher with bad records, ************t |
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Bigger placement cause my name's inside the dotted line |
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They never knew I had a shot like Roger's wife |
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Roger that, I hover high above the citizens |
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Laid back, sleep, she up blowin like a ceiling fan |
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All night, while I'm right on top your ribosomes |
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Pipe and dome that be the appetite too leave the night alone |
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Chemistry is mentally a vital zone factor |
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That determine if you make in my life you righteous ho (?) |
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Everybody got the stories about the guwop and I was buildin' |
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I spit freeze like it's ice chillin' |
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The right life dealer with a price up on his noggin |
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Pollen and the dollar, about to blossom to a father |
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I'mma rob for my family, see it in these roots |
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Tryna beam like a laser, shoot and taser any sabertooth |
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I'll catch you later, got some paper and a wager too |
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They take my style bite white like you ate her tooth |
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Back at like crack addicts, and I don't give a damn your Italian |
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High life, Sopranos |
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Die you an asshole, slide through the tackle |
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Wise words coming out the mind of a pharaoh |
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Clash of the titans or the the actions stay narrow |
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I remain the least to see, freedom and the decencies |
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Man, but I'm still on my ************t and I still gotta pay that rent |
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Still gotta pay that rent, still gotta pay that rent |
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Still gotta make that cents, still gotta take that, gotta take that |
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Man, I gotta make that, make that |
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[Verse 6: A La $ole] |
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Mind, body and soul, the trinity within me |
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Time, dollars, and gold still withholds my memory |
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Remember me? I think we met within a past life |
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Couldn't remember but I know we was mad tight |
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We share the same eyes, share the same feet |
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Share the same spine, I think he is me |
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This how we live everyday but still might fall |
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Thank God I realize who I just saw |
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God-body pieces to the puzzle connected |
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Never did I doubt it that the energy would manifest it |
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I'mma treat this beat like a god and I'mma bless it |
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Till we infected with the music, we gotta stress it |
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Natural disaster, earthquakes in your city |
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Add a tornado, add a tsunami, and you still ************tty |
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I'm ill gritty, make a dollar outta two quarters, I'm the real 50 |
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It's no Biggie, it's no Pac, it's no HOV |
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No Nasir, no Rakim, just Pros taking over your globe |
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And we here, said we here |
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[Bridge: T'Nah Apex & CJ Fly] |
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[Verse 7: Dyemond Lewis] |
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Want to know where the era been |
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Cooking up **** with heroin |
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That's a bar for the homies |
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I work hard, so progression is seen |
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Won't be long now until I'm with my African queen |
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Sippin' fine wine |
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For now it's grind time |
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5-0's for my Pros whenever I rhyme |
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Obstacles is something that I'm familiar with |
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Kick flipped gaps and potholes for the thrill of it |
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So, what makes you think I won't have you removed |
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If you a threat to my future, plus you front on my crew |
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I don't fear no man claiming to shoot |
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Because shooters don't talk you know, They busy shootin' |
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Stupid, you and I, we're somewhat equal |
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Except your wallet packet with dust, mine stuffed with dead people |
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I, acquired a taste for white ************ and seafood |
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Bad habits as always, have to watch what you eat dude |
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When will the corruption stop? |
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You hear the caged birds sing |
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But you won't understand a thing until you stand in this spot |
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And me? I am not a nice person |
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I fronted you some, so if you late, I expect extra in reimbur******t |
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So don't take risk, ******s will get pissed |
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Started growing my dreads cause I don't ****** with Lil Twist |
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Skinny ****** if you (?) got that tatted on my wrist |
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************t, hold up, hold up, alright |
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Mama named me Dyemond cause I ain't nothin' lesser |
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I'm like Cole in '09 under way more pressure |
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****** it, I'm way more better |
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Smoker's Club when I dress up |
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Rap ******s getting comfy, tell 'em they need to step up |
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Old ******s embrace us and you'll be way less bitter |
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I show respect where it's due, to the others - good riddance |
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It's the mother******' superduper young hot spitter |
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[Verse 8: Jakk Tha Rhymer] |
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I keep my thoughts on tracks like the cars of a train |
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And often look back at just how far we done came |
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I used to only rap for my friends and family |
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When I first started off they could still understand me |
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Thought I must have been the sickest in my family tree |
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Way they reacted off the spit just like the Pop Rock candy |
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Kept a youngin' gassed like the family V |
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Till it was clear what my path and plan to be |
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Go triple platinum, win about four Grammys |
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Buy out Def Jam, start a family like a fairy tale |
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Bet a deaf ****** hear me clearly |
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I'm deaf so they can't come near me |
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Unless they coming correct |
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Put goosebumps on they neck |
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My mic strong for my mic check |
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I'm from the Era where the best never miss a step |
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Tell 'em recognize rhymin', show respect |
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Around here they gotta give to get |
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[Verse 9: Kirk Knight] |
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Hopefully when I sign it |
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The sonnet that I write bring tears to the Goddess |
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Regardless, be the bomb through Manhattan projects |
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All over the globe, I steer fear through the sonic |
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And tonic that the world wears like a baby's bonnet |
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Don't talk about change, be about it |
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I had to reroute my goals and kick it to the curb |
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And observe that the pros be working your nerves |
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The highest concern that you ever heard |
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But I need clearance |
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I got five on it and you lack perseverance |
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But I got it and I would like to share |
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And have no fear, we all got broken dreams |
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Shall I (?) or kneel but it's so hard to ball these days |
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Shoes on the other foot and these not my J's |
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Hey, I got something to say |
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One of the golden child making the brash decisions |
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Buildin' the worlds off of glitters and gold |
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Instead of the realities of riddles and bold |
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And my team want the meals and we wantin' them both |
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Because Beast Coast spit will leave 'em in a choke |
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You can't buy happiness if you're broke off of hope |
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[Verse 10: Joey Bada$$] |
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Now I rap circles on rap circles, your team ************s |
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And popsicles, my team's fared obstacles |
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Impossible to get around 'em |
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Got'cha surrounded circle the block, drop bicycles wildin' |
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Take a step back and put it all in perspective |
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If the pen don't (?) then this law ain't affected |
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Detached from the objective, flawless perfection |
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Your flow less projected, let alone detected |
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Protect your necklace, progress through lessons |
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Feel the proper essence and prolong this message |
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Produce the method |
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Pro tools the session, they heard |
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Stay progressing is the ancient proverb |
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Ain't nothin' profound like the sound of (?) |
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The Providence of a ProGod, that’s my word |
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Word Domination in process you see |
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In honor of the Pro Steez, we proceed |
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In honor of the Pro Steez, we proceed |
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Yes indeed |