| So out of the MERCY of Allah
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| And the LAW, written in our nature
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| We call an INDIVIDUAL, into existence
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| And when that individual, I make, NO apologies
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| For what I’m about to say
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| Rough, rugged and real, you’re on standstill
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| To obey okay so let the man build
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| Words of rapture that you have to capture
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| And I just slapped ya
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| With the hand full of literature
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| That’s dope def fresh hype choice smooth and raw
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| Rappers I replace, rub out, and erase
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| Competition you must be on freebase
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| Smokin' or chokin', bound to be broken
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| Man, get your damn hands off the mic that I’m chokin!
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| Cause I got a stranglehold
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| You’re still cold on parole for the role you stole
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| Rhymes that you yell out, but you did sell out
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| Crossed-over, lost over here, now get the hell out
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| I’m not a pop star, rock’n’roller
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| I’m a rebel, BLESSED, able to hold a
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| Mic like a hammer, and drop grammar
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| Treat a rapper like a wrestler, and body slam him
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| Those who dispute get treated just like a prostitute
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| They get the boot and played like a flute
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| So just PLAY mute, don’t even whisper
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| Open your mouth to speak and I’m diss ya
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| Ragtag and dog, put you in the morgue
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| Because you’re petty confetti and not ready to rock steady
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| In other words, you’re half-steppin'
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| Tiptoein, get goin, because my weapon
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| Is not a nine, an uzi or a shotgun
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| But when it come to hype rhymes I got one
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| Just like the album is still the same
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| «Long Live the Kane,» ain’t a damn thing changed
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| I still get ill and kill at will and build the skill
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| To fill your grill so don’t tell me you’re real
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| We sample beats, you sue and try to fight us
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| If we didn’t revive em, bring back alive
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| Old beats that we appreciated, you wouldn’t survive
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| You’d be another memory to us
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| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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| So understand, the way that I live
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| That’s positive — and the message I got to give
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| It’s a benefit for you and me
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| I’m talkin bout P.E.A.C.E
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| The chosen one that has turned a new leaf
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| I got gold teeth, and they don’t chew beef
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| No pork on my fork, strictly fish on my dish
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| The Kane fallin victim? |
| *tchk* Sucker, you wish
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| I flow like water, slaughter
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| Put you out of order. |
| floored ya!
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| Rappers are raggin and taggin and snaggin and braggin
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| To be on the bandwagon, but I’m the Last Dragon
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| With the knack to attract the pack
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| So just GET BACK, I’m young, gifted and black
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| And just go with the flow you know
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| In the place to be with my man Marley Marl
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| Sendin' this out to Divine Force
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| Can’t forget my main man Heavy D
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| And to my good brothers EPMD
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| And to my man Ice-T over on the West Coast
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| Can’t forget Kool Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Lyte, the Audio Two
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| I say, peace! |