| I’m the OG of AOTP
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| I don’t fuck with bitches if they OPP
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| And force under boards like Charles Oakley
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| I tie up your family let the dogs go free
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| There ain’t shit about rap that you could tell me
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| I beat-bop like my man
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| I’m Rondo on the mic with the illest speed, you know how guerrillas feed
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| Legend in the building, word to Willis Reed, number nineteen
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| A mic fiend, it’s me now
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| In '04 I was known for dunks like D Brown
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| No pumps around me now
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| I stay up with Kate Upton types, you seen with a sea gal
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| Phantasmagorical, metaphorical flows
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| I’m with Eric in Paris, in Paris you doin' horrible shows
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| Rockin' deplorable clothes, only found on clearance
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| Bring in the cuts and now, run the interference
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| Defecation on the mic
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| Gotta whistle when I shit they know what side to wipe
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| Probably why I face the stage and the crowd hype
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| ‘Cause gangstas show me love from Compton to Crown Heights
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| Bean Town with DJ JS-1
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| My freestyle the teacher like KRS-One
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| I walk in rap battles and they pray I test none
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| So hand this joker a fork when I say you’re best done
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| Rolling Stone song, no satisfaction
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| I could be your life coach, Tijuana Jackson
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| Hit them with an overbite, time for some action
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| Marchin' 9,999,000 black men
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| Clinton 2016 poster
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| I’m screamin', «Vote for Bill!», in the Pope-mobile
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| Yeah and that’s why I think niggas need steel
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| Learn how to be real? |
| Just listen to B-Real |