| The question remains. |
| which MC’s will reign
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| Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
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| «Ask yourself the same question»
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| «What is it.»
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| Phrases I spit like slugs after I sip from my mug
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| Life is bugged, the bassline groove is my drug
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| Now that you feel me, yo here’s some advice
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| All you foul niggas gonna pay the fucking price
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| So take that phony hardcore look off your grill
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| Cause I be stomping ya still with the intent to kill
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| This is a battle rhyme in case you haven’t noticed
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| You get replaced you get demoted
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| I give chumps cranium lumps just like Louisville
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| I stand tall, just like the Catskill Mountains
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| Preying like a cougar ready to pounce and
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| Denouncing, all the unrealistic fake gangsters
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| Fake mystics; |
| so let me make this specific
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| You know we’re nearest the original gifted
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| Rhymes get twisted, brain cells dissolve
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| As the world revolves, wack crews lick my balls
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| They can’t deal with the realism
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| When they go for the mic, they better bring their steel with them
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| They’re gonna need crazy help
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| When I get down for mine, murdering suckers for delf
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| «Ask yourself the same question»
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| «What is it.»
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| The question remains. |
| which MC’s will reign
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| Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
|
| «Ask yourself the same question»
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| «What is it.»
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| So umm. |
| «THERE'S NO NEED TO WORRY!»
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| My sight is never blurry, I hit you with the flurry
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| Of rhymes and laws, combined with raw style and grace
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| You’re just a pile of waste if you can’t place in this rap race
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| I’ve been here, I’m staying, what, think I’m playing?
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| I’ve been down, I came up, the hard way, I’m saying
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| Bless my Pops he’s divine
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| But what he owns is his and what’s mine is mine
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| So God bless the child in the streets that’s wild
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| I can easily pull a perping MC’s file
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| You can study for years and be the world’s top scholar
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| Out here, life’s a gamble, people scramble for dollars
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| With the textbook sense, you can still be dense
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| Rather master the game than dwell in sorrow and shame
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| I’m a survivor, so I’ma always remain
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| The little nigga with the voice to leave a stain on your brain
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| «Ask yourself the same question»
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| The question remains. |
| which MC’s will reign
|
| Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
|
| «Ask yourself the same question»
|
| «What is it.»
|
| The question remains. |
| which MC’s will reign
|
| Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
|
| «Ask yourself the same question»
|
| «What is it.»
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| My microphone is calling
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| So I’m one-two checking and yes yes y’alling
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| Fallen heroes are zeroes, I ain’t down with the weirdos
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| I’m true to the game, fuck fame, peep my concerto
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| And yea though I walk through the valley from Brooklyn to Cali
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| Huh, I leave the real niggas rallied
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| Cause I ain’t faking no jax, MC’s are taken aback
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| Cause the songs they be making crazy wack
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| So I subtract them, I’m one ill black man
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| I pack man, liable to cap when I’m rapping
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| So all that’s left is the bloodstains
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| But still the question remains
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| «Ask yourself the same question»
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| «What is it.»
|
| The question remains. |
| which MC’s will reign
|
| Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
|
| «Ask yourself the same question»
|
| «What is it.»
|
| The question remains. |
| which MC’s will reign
|
| Which ones will gain, how many suckers will feel pain
|
| «Ask yourself the same question»
|
| «What is it.» |