| Homeless cardboard cribs, cops shoot civilians
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| Vendors rap stars wall street billions
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| Donald Trump shotgun pumps illegal store fronts
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| Dollar fifty dutches, at one’s and dunks
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| Skyscrapes planes hit 'em army in the subway
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| High risk orange alert everyday
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| My click is a clip that spits in glock land
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| Walk like I’m from the hood, hair like and indie rock band
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| Throw fits then pitch from hammers blow lungs up
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| Before Onyx was telling me to throw them guns up
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| My style was sick and homeless freezing and stuck
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| 'till Def Jux stuffed them gees in the cup
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| Now It’s the season to fuck shit, piss in the morning flicker
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| Lights in your head and earn my explicit warning stickers
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| NY on the fitted shines from the brain inside
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| So I don’t need a Yankee on for a New York frame of mind
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| I’m trained in the dirt, I strain to be heard
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| The fame of the words alive in my city
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| Stray from the herd I say what I learned
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| painfully burned alive my city
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| Aim for the dirt, claimin the earth, danger alert
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| alive in my city
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| Though the same that desert, I remain when they
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| mirk, claim a grain of the worth in my city
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| Knocked up Jux, they had a monster I’m TV on the street
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| In the cabbage patch with premies on my feet
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| I got a New York bop itchy index like a New York cop
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| Sick in whichever city my tour stops
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| So by the time I get home, I’ll have spread so much enjoyment
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| I’ll create the vaccine, then destroy it
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| I pull immaculate concepts from thin air
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| Implemented by the listener to learn until I get there
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| I’m most alive from one to five
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| In the morning Thursday’s KCR gave birth to weatherman, then died
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| Homeland security advisory system won’t work
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| Until the danger rainbow jumps into red alert
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| Divide quickly, a few can ride with me when martial law hits
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| Pack up the whip and hide with me
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| Until the eve of destruction paints a town black
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| And anarchy ensues you’ll have the soundtrack |