| east New York, east New York
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| east New York, east New York
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| east New York, east New York
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| my man AZ to the fullest
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| Verse 1: AZ we was already loyal to people’s minds and mulianis
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| now we more fucked up with a mayor named Guliani
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| you can try to bomb me analyze but can’t define me my mind’s divine heavily entwined with Ghandi’s
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| far from feeble, I leave your nostrils hard to breathe through
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| cause my cerebral’s are more of a higher plane
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| than the Hebrews
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| my mic devotion brings out my deepest emotions
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| overdosing wannabes posing
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| sending them through convulsions
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| to hard to follow, you took a bite but couldn’t swallow
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| your mind’s boggled
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| but I’m as deep as Donald Goines novels
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| my whole persona’s kinda laid back like a recliner
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| and since my mama, I been fucking with marijuana
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| wavy-haired, my skin got a money getting glare
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| strictly menace wear, macking offa Guinness beer
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| so where it all begins is here
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| destiny and me finally meet
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| so how can I be weak?
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| I’m rather unique
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| why, why, why I’m rather unique
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| why I’m rather unique
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| Verse 2: AZ my verbals rip shit
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| queens give birth to dwarfs and triplets
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| fuck it I’m on some flip shit
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| ready to let my clip spit, dramatical
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| vocals release shells like automatics
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| tho’music’s magical causing any tattles to be tragical
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| child, got a style sick as hell
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| sicker than sickle cell anemia
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| slaughter your story, gory like lukemia
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| filled with larceny, who want parts of me?
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| I’m vicious, mad malicious
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| cause it’s real on this road to riches
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| I got this mastered, other rappers’ll craft it weak and wicked camoflauged as killers
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| how they speak and kick it peep this uniqueness
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| nonbelievers I’m leaving speechless
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| left to chokers and skunk smoke
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| was coming through the speakers
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| surgically nice with any verbal device
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| trife, breathing life into mics
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| my insight’s beyond the twilight
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| so die, fight, no surrender, no retreat
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| techniques speak
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| I’m rather unique
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| chorus
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| Verse 3: AZ so it’s gonna take more than your astrologist
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| to knowledge this
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| a physiologist couldn’t even figure out the exoticness
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| raps demolishing certified the way I style it my wordplay blaze with the rays of ultraviolence
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| my culture’s smiling, getting more in depth with each breath
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| my biography follows the footsteps of Malcolm X money and sex, Gore-Tex Donna Karan and Guess
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| finesse, success through the life
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| stress mics I blessed
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| puffing trees to get me high as trapeze
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| flipping Japanese at ease when I’m stacking G’s
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| so let’s discuss, plus degrees
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| how the rhyme forces the source for thoughts that’s lost
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| so don’t cross cause it’ll cost
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| the ghetto savior, smooth, the real playa with flavor
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| moves be major
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| with unexplainable behavior
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| the word’s on the street so keep your ears to the concrete
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| chorus |