| «Ladies and gentlemen»
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| «Never been seen before»
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| «Let's get down to the nitty gritty»
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| I know what’s missing from the game
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| I gotta listen to names
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| Too many young cats wishing for fame
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| Them young cats wishing for chains
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| I’m wishing for change
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| A new approach, a different exchange
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| The question remains
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| How to pressure the game
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| While we all dressing the same I’m blessed with the name — Edo G
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| How many times you let the tech blow?
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| Yelling and screaming up at Flex' show
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| You only on cause to get dough
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| No? |
| body? |
| hold on tight and when to let go
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| So I’mma ride it til the wheels fall off it
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| Cause when I’m dead and gone they still gonna profit
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| Bring it back to the golden age, when we would run up on niggas and
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| Overthrow the stage
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| You young at heart, but know your age, while Edo G and Pete Rock just blow
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| The haze
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| + *scratches*
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| Right now
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| «right now»
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| Right now, right now
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| «right now»
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| Right now
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| «right»
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| Right now
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| «Right now»
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| Right now
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| «Right now»
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| Right now
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| I’m talking bout now
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| «Getting to the point»
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| Yo, I’m still doing this, relentless
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| First class music pa, non-resistant
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| Calm with the mic control, blast you rappers
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| Saying nothing in your records, y’all more like actors
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| I coincide with the real and state the factors
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| Pete Rock with this rap, before and after
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| Seen niggas come and go, some chase the cheque
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| Seen niggas on the street get hit with the tech
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| Seen niggas lay they life down just for rep
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| Sometime I think back to when rap was rec
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| Time, for all my people to shine
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| Climb down on my vine, chop down, define
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| Quote that as my rhyme off the books and ledgers
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| Keep faith in my team and we do it together
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| It’s Edo G, Pete Rock and we roast whatever
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| The time is right now, fuck past endeavors
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| «Ladies and gentlemen»
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| Yo, a-yo, my diction fits in with his friction
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| Spit non-fiction without contradiction mixed in
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| Cause Edo G got a sick pen that’ll flick men
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| Out they jurisdiction when it kicks in
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| I’m bout to rain like monsoons upon goons
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| Immune to the pop tune cartoons
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| They repeat theyself, defeat theyself
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| But me I compete with self nigga
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| I tweak and critique every word I speak
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| So it leave a mystique like an antique
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| You and your mans weak, been ahead of it
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| Smack you with the mic give your ass a speech impediment
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| I do it for the betterment
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| Y’all chiropractor cats is only good for a settlement
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| You got beef? |
| Settle it
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| I roll where the ghetto went
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| Edo G, credit it
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| Edo G, Pete Rock, haha
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| 2005 stupid |