| Edo’s a one-man team, I never huddle with coach
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| I’m on some raw shit, y’all take the subtle approach
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| I break up the mic when I wake up the night
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| If I’m beefin in my sleep then I wake up and fight
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| I refuse to let these roaches insult my culture
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| I broke the mold and the sculpture
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| Went from kingdoms to the projects housing kings
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| How do I make one word say a thousand things
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| Spit more than a thousand slangs
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| Put skills to your thousand dollar chains
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| Kill you on the mic, then pray over your remains
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| Elevated the game in the midst of all the change
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| Got a list of all the names, get beat the hardest
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| By the featured artist who got dough but keep it modest
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| Watch my bench featured starters
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| The ghetto taught us to praise the black goddess
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| We flawless, hot like June to August
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| Come on
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| Be thankful for what you got
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| Cause a hungry nigga’s waitin to take yo spot
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| Don’t think he won’t scheme and plot
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| So you best be thankful for what you got
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| Next year you might not be hot
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| So you better be thankful for what you got
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| Yo, whether you make it or not
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| Dog, you best be thankful for what you got
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| If you spit fire, then God’s a liar
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| The odds of dodgin fire just got higher
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| What cause can you inspire, rap sheet’s on fire
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| I keep it in the streets like tires
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| And don’t admire your material desires
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| The media supply us, they biased
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| One minute they praise us, then they crucify us
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| Haters, they don’t apply theyself
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| They ain’t hot enough to do a record by theyself
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| They need help, see money don’t make the man
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| You ain’t gotta shake my hand or take a stand
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| High day after day, drunk night after night
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| What you gon' do after-mic?
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| Fight me, get sent to the afterlife
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| I battle niggas half a night
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| Told them suckers pass the mic
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| Boots gotta have trees, sneakers gotta have stripes
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| I never lost focus and never lost sight
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| Of the mic
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| I silence giants in a world of violence
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| The science to my triumphs is to switch around the line-ups
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| Y’all take off with little ascension
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| Dogs that bark all the time get little attention
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| Y’all little tension gets little mention
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| I’m hardcore and heart-wrenchin
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| Build without benchin, time to start inchin
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| Photoflash like a camera to slander your propaganda
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| Hit you in the head with a proper hammer
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| Livin life wild and short, child support
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| Trials in courts, criminals and cohorts
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| I rhyme so sick the flow hurts
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| I’m runnin a marathon, y’all take the shit in short spurts
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| In the club watchin short skirts
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| Cause this rap game comes with mad perps
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| I do whatever works
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| Tried not to get murked when I was doin my dirt
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| Put out my own shit so I won’t get jerked
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| Nigga |