| Forget math, I ain’t riding with arithmetic
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| Rather ride with sentences
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| Writing Rhymes, facing dimes
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| Trying to get with the kid
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| Remind them who the illest is
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| I been killing shit
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| 15 but my 16's be the realest
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| And I know you gon' feel this shit
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| Because my flow be so pro
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| When you niggas go
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| Hear them Oh-No's
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| Yo slow down, and kill these niggas soft
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| With a force, that’ll push anybody else off course
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| Of course, you gon' have a couple niggas hatin', or debatin'
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| Niggas that shakin gon' see I work for Satan
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| Have to place em, way back with all their nonsense
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| Y’all spent, most of your time tryna get my cents
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| I spent, no reason to keep askin
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| You has beens, most of you niggas never have been
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| Never have been
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| Booker Booker Booker Booker Booker
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| Shout out Mos Def |