| We taking you higher, while Dres making it flyer
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| Making a fire, black man walking the wire
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| You’re talking to sire, profile for those aspire
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| To see more than what they saw when they looked upon Delilah
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| Survivor, for those who can’t attain or acquire
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| Required to rip, you flip, shit supplier
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| We’re loved throughout the shire, respected, admired
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| And fuck an empire when it’s built upon a mire
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| Destroy and rebuild for ourselves we gonna see him
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| Sadat’s a Black Sheep and I’m a Brand Nubian
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| And doing is being, tell me, do you believe in
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| Maximum effort we forever over-achieving
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| Tighten the rope, feel the flight of the dope
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| Light it and smoke, sip it, chug it and choke
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| Going for broke, in my heart I still sell
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| Switch the land with the plan, everyone man will tell
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| Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it
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| Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it
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| Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it
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| Sounds, rugged and raw, got rhymes galore
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| Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it
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| Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it
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| Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it
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| (Sadat)
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| Spit it out
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| (Speak to your fans)
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| I was the Black Sheep, the first car I bought was a black Jeep
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| Girl called me a black creep way back, father said
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| «stay black» forces, taxes, courses
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| Jump into a black pool and emerge as a black jewel
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| Engine number 9 was fine, never had swine
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| Told wifey, «yo, you can’t make me bacon»
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| Syndicated, indicated that we wouldn’t sell
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| But that ain’t rock for me, and Dres will tell
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| I heard you got the fever for the flavor
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| I don’t get along with my neighbors, they crabs
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| This shit is up for grabs
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| O.G's, oh please, we still do dates, leave it to the fates
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| We trying, dudes ain’t buying
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| They thieves, kill it where it breathes
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| Don’t hate, we’re just trying to pay a small rate
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| (That's fine, that’s fine)
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| Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it
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| Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it
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| Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it
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| Sounds, rugged and raw, got rhymes galore
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| Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it
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| Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it
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| Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it
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| Okay, one, two, three, four
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| (Jarobi)
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| Walk for a second, nigga feel my energy
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| Witness dirty skills and a pure delivery
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| Camouflage on stage, you can’t see me
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| With them lights all on and I’m looking all shimmery
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| You know what? |
| I should get an award
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| Like, «Mr. |
| Most likely to never leave you bored»
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| Or, wait, «Come-back emcee of the century»
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| Riddled with intrigue, wrapped in mystery
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| Do you know your history? |
| No? |
| Well me either
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| But I bet you know about 30 different strands of reefer
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| I’ve traveled dusty roads, have dents on my fingers
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| Even when my voice stops, memories still linger
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| Construct rhymes like Kaiser Söze spins tails
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| Even thugged-out niggas give me digital sales
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| Dat, Robe, and Dres, hardest shit you can sell
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| Heaven only knows and time will tell
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| Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it
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| Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it
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| Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it
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| Sounds, rugged and raw, got rhymes galore
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| Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it
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| Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it
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| Hey boy, this is the way the East Coast swing it so bring it
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| Okay, one, two, three, four |