| Kay Slay, you know why I called you here today?
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| I have no fuckin' idea, man
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| Well you a legend, brother
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| And you talkin' 'bout leavin' the game?
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| Yo man, I been hip-hop since day one
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| I’m hip-hop frontline
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| These mother fuckers don’t respect shit anymore, man
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| Yo, you been through it all, man
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| You were all city king of grafitti
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| Break dancin', DJin' out in the park, man
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| I know your story, emceein'
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| And you got full knowledge of self
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| You got all the elements of hip-hop
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| But you forgettin' the most important one
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| And what’s that?
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| That’s Kay Slayin' 'cause you slayin' the game
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| And you stayin' in this mother fucker
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| They don’t respect shit anymore, man, I’m tryin' to tell you!
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| Yo, I don’t give a fuck!
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| You gonna stay and you gonna kill the game!
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| Kill this mother fuckin' game! |