| Yo, the bare facts make 'em take Flight like Air Max
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| Hyperdermix raps, share it and you’ll both have tracks
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| Dope man supply fire to wax, push your wigs back
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| Hit ya like a tall cat, make ya relapse
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| Never before have ya ever heard this level of raw
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| My metaphors touch down like the hammer of Thor
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| Knee deep into the war, sirens and gats roar
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| Livin life, ragin bull, life’s the matador
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| I soar, above the law, branded illegal
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| They still rush my door cuz I’m power to the people
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| Sharp as an eagle’s claw, certified lethal
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| Keanu Reaves can’t match the Speed I exceed to
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| Crash the party, make 'em jump like KenEvil
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| I take cash in advance and blast off on retrieval
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| «Check the bangin sounds that I invent, marvelous…
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| Check--check, marvelous…
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| Check the bangin--the bangin sounds that I invent» — Ghostface Killah
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| Yo, yo
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| I can’t, won’t, don’t stop rockin to the rhythm
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| Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison
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| For those on the streets, rock it in your system
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| One’s restin in piece, in my heart ya livin
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| Representin all those who ain’t got a pot to piss in
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| Went from small timer to a top position
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| I’m not kiddin, so what? |
| Radio’s not mixin
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| While shots whistlin, niggas on my block listen
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| To the Uncontrolled, mentally hold you P.O.W
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| Comin through, ain’t no good, ain’t no love for you
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| Cameleons play the wrong side of the fence
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| Switchin like Clark Kent when the drama commence
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| Ladies and gent’s, my poetry’s beyond intense
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| Find me in the trench, while you hold your spot on the bench
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| Best invest in me, favored heavenly
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| I.N.S., address me, as your excellency
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| Successfully defendin my belt with first rounders
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| Where close friends get treated the same as out-of-towners
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| «Check--check--check--check the bangin sounds that I invent…
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| Check--check--check--check--check--check…
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| Check the bangin--the bangin--the bangin…
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| The bangin sounds--sounds that I invent» — Ghostface Killah
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| Jurrasic insides, I rise above the norm'
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| Urban icon, ridin on the eye of the storm
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| Veteran form, spaz like memories of 'nam
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| Duckin bombs on the rendezvous with Miss Saigon
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| Calm assassin, showin my face so they can know
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| When on Beatstreet, I paint a picture like Raymo
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| On the lay-low, makin dough, aimin to blow
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| Got away to go, so I’m just takin it slow
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| From the Shao' borough, throwin the thoroughbred flow
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| Echoin in the ghetto, throughout the metro
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| 'Bout to let it go, give me some room to elbow
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| Watch bitches stick to a nigga like velcro
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| Yo, the plan is to grap what I can within my reach
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| Expand like the crystal white sands that fill the beach
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| With my hand on the piece, one eye is on the beast
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| Through the rhyme I teach history class and move the mass
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| I can’t, won’t, don’t stop rockin to the rhythm
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| Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison
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| For those on the streets, rock ir in your system
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| One’s restin in piece, in my heart ya livin *echo*
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| I can’t, won’t, don’t stop rockin to the rhythm
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| Droppin wisdom, for my niggas locked in prison
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| For those on the streets, rock ir in your system
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| One’s restin in piece, in my heart ya livin *echo* |