| As easy as one two three
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| Boy Sand coming around with new heat
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| And gal head turning around like «who he?»
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| Street don’t want him around he too deep
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| The deep don’t want him around, he too street
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| I act unruly and ruin the routine
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| I’ll lace you up yo really and truly it’s my treat
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| When I get back there’s no one that’s sitting in my seat
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| I laugh so hard I swear I’ll start splitting at my seams
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| Fuck finding, I get followed by women of my dreams
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| You won’t find neither Zeus or Apollo defying me
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| A point to stay on point like the top of a pine tree
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| Out at the PR parade where I’m raiding the panty
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| Hopping out I leave a crater I cave in the concrete
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| Backed by Spinna the creator my cipher is complete
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| Double trouble I’m both humble and guilty of conceit
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| Even wild as I be rhyming my timing is on beat
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| Public agent with a gauge that is never upon «E»
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| It is more than entertainment when Satan or God speaks
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| So regardless of conditions I’m wishing you Godspeed
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| Nonetheless I brought the A-1 for people who got beef
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| This is not about the payroll my people I got peace
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| I be running with a label for people that got dreams
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| What I’m bringing to the table ridiculous irie
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| I’m a legend not a fable, that’s putting it mildly
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| And been vegan but they never stopped calling me Big Cheese
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| And I’m uncut but you won’t come across any dick cheese
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| I ain’t worried 'bout no problems I solve em like mysteries
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| Everything that y’all debating is made up like history
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| I come out before my set, it don’t ruin my mystique
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| I was never squeaky clean not since I was pip-squeak
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| Biting’s always been forbidden when spitting a 16
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| I been known for getting buns on 176th street
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| Damn, I said «street» before |