| Yo, yo Joey
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| I bet you I get this shit in one take
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| Yeah
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| When you rhyme all you do is add rock to the block
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| When I rhyme I shine like Ad Rock when it, «Mmmmm. |
| DROP!»
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| You go to the store and cop
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| Cause it’s time man, you ain’t heard shit else this hot
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| I came prepared, not scared, can’t a damn thing stop me
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| Next best thing in Philly since Rocky
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| L.A.'s first and Cali, they know where I be papi
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| Some cop’s tryin to Flavor Flav clock me
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| I got this, lock this in the pocket
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| Stick to the script — that’s no main topic
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| Stay on the flip, creatin my profit
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| And Capitol’s money is capital, I’m rich off it (cha-ching)
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| N.Y. diesel steam the room 'til we roll out
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| In D.C., 9:30 late show sold out
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| All said and done it’s been more joy than pain
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| And all said and done I’d do this shit a-gain
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| It’s a new day of course I can handle the fact
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| But still can’t believe they droppin sirens on that
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| So instead of talk shit, do nothin and still listen
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| I’mma bang out myself, another sound mission
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| (*scratching of «Evidence» as he repeats 'another sound mission*}
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| Yeah started off caffeine, now it’s cocaine
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| Speed, meth, amphetamine flow all day
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| The door’s blocked, set up shop, closed session begins
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| Don’t drop 'til the rhyme’s locked in (here we go)
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| Got Babu and Rakaa in
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| My team approves, you know, ain’t no stoppin him
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| We like '88 Rakim, rockin them
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| We like 8.8, then aftershockin them
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| Steal the show, without a single stolen flow
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| I’m O.G. |
| like Ice-T, man slow your roll
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| Got so many various pros
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| Different ones from different area codes
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| Right about now, I’m focused on my 3−1-oh's
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| And addin three more oh’s to any bill I hold
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| And any deal I close, like just finished escrow
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| So now they quick to flock, cause they heard I got a home
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| But I ain’t on star maps, cause the cat ain’t really blown
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| But I’m, next to bat, so get ready for the storm
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| Can’t beat 'em join 'em that’s a form of submission
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| So when I’m spittin, listen up, it’s a sound mission
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| Make some noise, for one of the illest cats, on the microphone, and the
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| production boards
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| Evidence!!!
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| (*scratching of «Evidence. got another sound mission» to end*}
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| World Famous Beat Junkies sound |