| Now, once more and I’m back again
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| No misconceptions, connections, fuck the resurrections
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| Not here to hate or be a thug or…
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| Just bust hot-ass, raw rhymes that’s in my nature
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| This goes out to dancers, b-boys, and boosters
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| Stick-up kids, and dice shooters
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| Manoeuvre slick when I talk shit
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| Walk with a bop, brandin' the hottest transcript
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| Fuck what your man did
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| These days I go for self
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| Cause I learned one deal ain’t a seal for help
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| So I rely on my skill and writin' abilities
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| Magnify all my talents and circular quality
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| Music for chicks who like it simple
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| And still think for critics on the streets
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| Who bang it just for beats
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| Harness — that hazardous, well-crafted word play
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| Gone is — the fabulous style cast from Jersey
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| Wanted — all over the world from circumstances
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| Outlandish, contagious and demanded
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| Monitor the format, all signed and sealed
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| World-class appeal, whup that ass for real
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| Known as the Ill Speaker from the East
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| I’m here to step it up a notch, Kaos my nigga, speak
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| (The infamous)
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| (Lyrical terrorist)
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| (I drop the truth)
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| (Exclusive from the Bricks)
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| (I'm the master)
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| (From the Bricks)
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| Young cats of today only think about dreams
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| Of ice, bitches, and CREAM and all the drama it bring
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| But I won’t speak upon that, I’ve got a album to do
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| All y’all magazine writers prepare for your review
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| I kick that shit to make you feel relieved
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| Feel release from the toungue-in-cheek athlete complete
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| With a colorful outlook, advanced rhyme book
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| It took mad time perfecting my lines and hooks
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| For your liking I’m strikin', official rhyme-writin'
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| All mine and clean, nigga, and never bitin'
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| The most favorite emcee in your life
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| Like famous black role models cause I always come right
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| Catch his ass at nine while my flash has the shine
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| On the rise mastermind, blast like landmines
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| I come from a time when the sound was paved
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| To stay new and creative in this hip-hop place
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| I institutionalize fans, take 'em to a land unheard of
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| To serve up, take it a step further
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| Here to take charge and show y’all what the plan is
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| Here to show y’all the ways and who the man is
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| Soul searchin' with stripes that show experience
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| Passport stamps will show you my gate clearance
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| Backpackers' support and mainstream fame
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| I’m 'bout to change the whole game and still stay the same
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| Planes from the proclaimed master of the flow
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| Whether wardrobe drippin' with colors or mad low
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| It’s natural how the casual man can grab you
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| Like John Randall, frauds, I can’t stand you!
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| I never claim to be the best at this
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| Style priceless, better with my lip service
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| J. Rawls on the track and you know who I be
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| Dedicated to the fans and all who’s worthy |