| Ready, ready for action
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| Intimate swift like a cash transaction
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| Speaker blow out from row house to the mansion
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| This ghetto sound crowd right arousal of passion
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| They don’t know the language, but shouting the anthem
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| The beat translated make the world understand some
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| My voice like magic, my flow fantastic
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| In summary I’m rare, ordinary, elaborate
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| Now check the profile this is lyrically handsome
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| Resemble my pay scale, slim nigga ain’t frail
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| And I ain’t in the gym on some Ebony man shit
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| I’m in the laboratory bench pressing the standard
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| It’s your hand, I’m raising the bar
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| Right home in the ?, Get closer to God, stay focused and sharp
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| High stake and there’s way more than paper involved
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| You must evolve or die, that ain’t falsified
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| Home team I know you keep trouble on your mind
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| But don’t let bullshit knock you off your grind
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| That’s real talk for all of mine
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| And for all of yours
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| Rocksteady keep about your cause
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| Low-key, cool breeze, and I’m about my balls
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| It’s tap-tap, knock down your door
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| Tap-tap and break down the wall
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| Collect and count it all
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| And like bang in the air I’m gone
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| Yes I’m riding on, keep cool, you can ride along
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| But keep it up, you won’t ride for long
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| That’s word to bond, show me where you are
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| BK we the brightest star, let’s get involved
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| This is history twice, first girl on a Crooklyn series
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| Spent ninth
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| First one, just clearly Brooklyn in the mind
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| Not Brooklyn I was born, but in Brooklyn I was formed
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| Not Brooklyn I was raised, but Brooklyn I was taught to form a young woman
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| Dawn on my first love, first love is back
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| Thirst to rap at 307 Clinton, nurse that
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| First crib out of Manhattan
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| Young, broke, man
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| Back in the days the G train jam packing
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| On the stoop year round forty in hand
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| Kum Kau Chicken and Broc on Myrtle Ave
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| Say word to Brooklyn, act words so that Brooklyn’s back
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| Like the track’s fixed on the L train on the weekday
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| Black bent on the metrocard that’s how we pay
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| spilling it backwards like my man D first spilt in the bathroom
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| Man Brooklyn gave me confidence
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| Fulton Brooklyn boys with them with them compliments
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| When my mind slipped Brooklyn gave me consciousness
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| Accomplice Clinton Hill’s Bushwick
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| So I still just
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| Walk the BK swag and rep two boroughs
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| Say she’s so bad buts been too thorough
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| Neck tatted and sweat blood for NY
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| Medina, Mecca, niggas heads high
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| Brooklyn stand up, come on
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| What we be doing the most
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| It’s diverse you now rocking with Memph, Jean and Mos
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| And this verse it ain’t where you from it’s where you at
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| The body off to travel, the mind ahead of that
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| That’s why I’m both albums deep none of which been printed
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| Cause I ain’t got a script what, a nigga really living
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| Cause I ain’t on the fabricating or imagine
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| Brooklyn ain’t a dream, them boys really be clapping
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| So I’ll never greet you with peace, cause they’ll never be peace
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| I tell you stay down to stay off the street
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| Bed-Stuy, what’s up
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| Crown Heights, what’s up
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| Flatbush, Brownsville, what’s up
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| It’s all love where I come from
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| The keep it real shit
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| I used to cut school on the block Big come from
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| But in the stu to try to come with flow
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| At 15 I spit something that impress Hov and here I go |