| Greetings
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| Ok I’ll make this short
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| We in the house
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| We got Mikah 9 Abstract Rude Peace
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| Vic Hop Fat Jack and myself Aceyalone
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| We come for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
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| Bring them laughter after which bring them tears
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| I seen it comin' and knew it was a plot
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| Legislation had a plan to kill hip hop
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| I got wind from a snitch I kept in contact w/this
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| Bitch ass judge who was paid off
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| Soon after that he got laid off
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| I’m lettin' niggas know you tryin' to stop a muthafucka’s flow
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| Hold your black stallions and your black sheeps
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| Black clan aided a nigga and got heat
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| We met up on Stepney and Market sparked it
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| Mapped out the target
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| We gon' take out their number one sergeant
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| Young and strong we bailed up on their front lawn
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| To kill the enemy
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| Remember me
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| Well if you remember me you’ll remember
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| I’m the one who broke into the pentagon took fouls planted bombs
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| Now I possess the blueprint
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| I counter the message you sent
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| No longer will you slander and tamper w/our music
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| Copies of the document we’re xeroxed
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| The ghetto took offense in defense of hip hop
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| Shot down rolled 'em up loc’ed up bailed out
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| Saved the day
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| Then into thin air I fade away
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| Scorpion
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| We come for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
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| Bring them laughter after which bring them tears
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| The story had never been told until now
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| As the glory of the kingdom come comes down
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| Disguised as a janitor the washman
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| I swept and mopped the floors
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| Better yet I was a spook behind the door
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| W/a perfect view from the bannister
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| Feeling like Lee Harvey
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| 'cept I got a hundred million years in me
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| First thing I did was aim
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| Lock him in my scope
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| Squeeze
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| Bust his melon open now I’m pleased
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| In the name of MC’s
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| Already passed the time that they allotted me
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| The housekeeper spotted me
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| It was either her or me
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| Click clack
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| She says I will not say what I see
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| But I never could have trusted her so I busted her in her chest
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| Then laughed
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| Then headed for the elevator shaft
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| But it was too late the jig was up
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| There was pigs all in the building
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| So I tried to escape to the fire escape from homicide
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| Yeah I killed him
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| Hangin' from the third story ladder
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| I dropped and I felt my ankle shatter
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| No time to lose juice from my bladder
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| My mission was completed and that was all that mattered
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| The van was parked a hundred yards from the scene of the crime
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| But it was hard to run w/a broken foot
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| Just like I thought they blasted
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| I took one to the gut
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| I was laying there thinkin' about death
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| Just watchin' my blood spill out
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| Just then the van pulls up and I jump in
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| And then we pull out (?lickin'?) shouts for the glory
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| We come for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
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| Bring them laughter after which bring them tears
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| I walk in like a normal black
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| Gun peckin' jaw snatching
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| Slide
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| They like the way I glide
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| To the back break out my backpack and stack my shit up
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| Ah it’s bulging now
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| Looked around heard a gun shot
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| Pow
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| I looked down I whipped out my shit
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| Unloaded my clip
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| Jetting by the count I slipped
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| Tripped out
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| Landed on my hip crawled out
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| I hit a tuck and roll up and out
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| Into a flip and boned out now I’m zonin'
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| I’m nine Glocks and seven 380's richer
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| I’m fit to blow the foundation off this beyotch up
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| Synchronized for the race
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| I push the button
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| Nuke the place
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| Timed myself dashin to the ride
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| I hops inside
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| Keys already in the ignition
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| I cranks it slaps it in drive
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| Fizorty-fizive seconds til dizamage
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| Ride b-boy
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| Kingdom
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| We come for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
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| Bring them laughter after which bring them tears
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| We come for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
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| Bring them laughter after which bring them tears |