| It’s like a flood, heads rush when the doors open
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| The record stores stack they shelves with the most potent
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| With the commotion
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| Of a firearm shot in the air
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| Niggaz scramble, like mammals from the front to the rear
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| Son you gotta get there
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| Before the shit sold out
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| Ask your man if its dope and he like «no doubt»
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| This niggaz got lyrics yo a stupid amount
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| So many compliments I fuckin’lost count
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| So many continents enjoy the sound
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| When I’m clowning the beat
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| I bring the heat
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| Of the Cannibus and LL beef
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| My records leaked
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| So what! |
| another one will fallow
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| And that’s the shit that niggaz find hard to swallow
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| Nigga hollow like points
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| So they stay on the shelves
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| I’m so full of my self
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| That my shit gon sell
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| My soundscans, won’t get me on your top 40
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| I’m in the laboratory
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| Create a category, for that
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| You niggaz bore me with raps, so translucent
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| Get the cash, get the loot and
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| The new movement
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| It’s been proving
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| loop it, add drums to the set
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| If it ain’t broke then don’t try and fix it What the fuck you think you get
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| I’m the ultimate
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| The culprit
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| Of the sound that be murdering decks
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| An artifact is my depth
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| Check my 12 inches
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| And heads rush to LP’s for the rest
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| So many years aching
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| Just for the bread and bacon
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| Niggaz flaking/
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| Now I’m making
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| It’s so breathtaking
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| Amazing
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| DL is like a hit in the making
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| I went from 8 bits to a Sony Playstation
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| Niggaz pray for they time not to be up
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| They see me and they freeze up They know the futures here
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| Nigga read up News, mags and wired
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| They herd of the messiah
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| What you coke’d up like Richard Prior
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| You fuckin’liar
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| So you get the gas face
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| Like 3rd bass
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| Plus you get the ash tray
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| Niggaz so pass?
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| Don’t mistake my confidence for being conceded
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| I’m a humble type of cat when we meeting
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| Niggaz know I’m cool in person
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| On tracks give beatings
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| I drop jewels like the coliseum
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| A 740 I is BM
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| AM becomes the PM
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| PM could be the last night to you breathing
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| Give you something to believe in Real hip-hop duke
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| From the clothes to the jeans to the boots to the crews
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| From the first shell shot
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| To shell toed shoe
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| I’ll show niggaz if they ain’t got a clue |