| Mark B and Delts you know what to expect
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| Check your head homeboy and protect your neck
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| Even though Technics stopped makin' twelve techs
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| DJs in the place still much respect
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| That’s the heat… The end is here under your feet
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| Play like T-Ski Valley, now catch the beat
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| Match my free… We need more smart MCs
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| Seen Parisian queens from Martinique
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| Hardest speech tongue like a gargoyle beast
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| Hard boiled feast, 5 star at least
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| Never the less, Death Star better than fresh
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| Carry on with that mess, and we step to the next
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| Keep it movin' like illusion from effects of DMT
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| Costs money but the P is free
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| Rap is more than just a friend cause it got what I need
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| Slap a fraud if they pretend they got props on the street
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| Carry on with that talk… We carry on with the thought
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| Keep it movin' pack my bags and walk
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| Carry on with that talk… We carry on with the thought
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| Keep it movin' pack my bags and walk
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| Carry on with that talk and we gone
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| Marathon man, 100 miles and runnin'
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| Got style ain’t just talking loud and saying nothin'
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| I’m a chip off the old block, Dad wasn’t frontin'
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| My family affair stay one less gunnin'
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| Be one in a million, with one in the chamber
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| When all’s said and done only be one remainder
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| Stay thorough… Rep K Boro and Lostralia
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| 'Til death reincarnated… Nine lives later
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| Nirvana rap… That one shark one pirana track
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| Beat street meets the mack in a Godfather hat
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| Lava spat out the spiel take it back to the grill
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| I feel rich there’s no need stack a mill
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| Be paid in full respect wherever we dwell
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| Why crave major label Hell… With that fake clientele?
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| Lay it smooth in the cut ain’t trying to yell
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| Carry on and won’t even stop this fight for a bell
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| Carry on with that talk… We carry on with the thought
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| Keep it movin' pack my bags and walk
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| Carry on with that talk… We carry on with the thought
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| Keep it movin' pack my bags and walk
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| Carry on with that talk and we gone
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| The map rocks while I jot down unraveling plots
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| Of damage that lost loved ones, managin' shock
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| Not arrogant… Just trying to shoot an arrow across
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| Missed the point… Join the club. |
| I guess the magic is gone
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| Rap attack a song like assassins gathered for in the morn
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| Said word… Now vocab’s born
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| Traveled land forms… Mic all up in my claw
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| Stayed hungry… Saw my foot get stuck in the door
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| Face screwed with a frown as if nothing is pure
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| Justice is a couple bucks tucked in a draw
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| We freestyle for sure if every day was that rainy one
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| Never cost a cent to pay attention can you blame me son?
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| Aimed on one target. |
| Spray paint. |
| Markers
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| Phosphorous ink to light up the darkness
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| UK connect… International bond
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| Jet luggage is the only time I’m carryin' on
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| Carry on with that talk… We carry on with the thought
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| Keep it movin' pack my bags and walk
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| Carry on with that talk… We carry on with the thought
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| Keep it movin' pack my bags and walk
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| Carry on with that talk and we gone |