| Back in the streets of New York where I grew up
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| Corners where I threw up, alcoholic beverages
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| Listening to Hip Hop influenced by the messages
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| Anything less than this is totally irrelavent
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| Staircase rap I continue to climb
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| And I look good doing it so girls feel the rhyme
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| Going over their heads twice kind of like double dutch
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| But they jump to it showing that they all fuck with us
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| I know the ledge cuz I’m standing on the edge of it
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| Can’t handle the pressure they’re on some Heath Ledger shit
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| I’m strong enough to hold the weight of my genius
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| And not dumb it down just to lighten the load
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| Cuz some of yall ain’t shit like an empty commode
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| Type to sell your soul just to say you’re 'bout to explode
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| I challenge all of you to win with out compromising
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| And get it on your own merit that would be surprising
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| Back in the streets of New York
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| The Skyline bluer than the rocks on my watch
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| The architect, Chaundon
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| Jam like a tek with correct techniques
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| Back in the streets of New York
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| The Skyline bluer than the rocks on my watch
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| The architect, Chaundon
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| I dominate break loops
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| To light up the sky
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| Rooftop rap architecture of the skyline
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| I know its inanimate the hands say its my time
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| Mastered my destiny answer to who?
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| Not only are they small they’re like ants in my view
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| Birds of a feather don’t necessary fly
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| You penguins get envious when I kiss the sky
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| Napoleon complex because I think bigger
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| Nah, just convinced I ain’t your ordinary nigga
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| My mind transcends borders
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| What I need a passport for? |
| territories open doors for us
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| The vocab is flawless and enormous
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| I can see the world for what it is clearer than the eye of Horus
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| Yes I gotta have it, its written in the tablet
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| The apple gave me wisdom ignorant thinking it’s magic
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| My soul is ILLMATIC the flesh can’t contain it
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| Not half of anything I am pure bred amazing
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| Back in the streets of New York
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| The Skyline bluer than the rocks on my watch
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| The architect, Chaundon
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| Jam like a tek with correct techniques
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| Back in the streets of New York
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| The Skyline bluer than the rocks on my watch
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| The architect, Chaundon
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| I dominate break loops
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| To light up the sky |