| It’s been a long while
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| Since I hit ya with freestyle
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| High tech selections
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| From the vaults of the Ice files
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| Kick back relax
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| And watch as I melt wax
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| Don’t ever let a borther llike me Ride a dope track
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| Cause once I hit it with the vocltone
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| It’s mine, have motherfuckers
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| Rush’n to rewind
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| Cause I’ll flow slow
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| And still twist your tongues up Rock the house from night
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| Till the sun’s up Cause it relly ain’t
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| How much you say
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| it’s what you sy I got no fuckin’time on the mic
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| To play
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| I write rhymes
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| With addition and algebra
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| Mental geometry
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| Don’t even come at me Talk’n that weak and
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| Popin’that bullshit
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| Get out my face
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| A fool could get his head split
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| A lot of doubters
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| Said it couldn’t be done by me them same suckers
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| Are now lookin’from under me Wonder’n what i did
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| I didn’t play myself kid
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| I respected my faans
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| And made the high bid
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| Sometimes I write my rhymes
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| At night and fall asleep
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| Wake up with new techniques
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| Grab the pen
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| And place it on some loose leaf
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| Nothin’soft, always the tough meat
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| The white paper and
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| Blue lines excite my mind
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| Not allow’n me to stop the rhyme
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| Until the whole motherfuckin'
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| Book’s complete
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| Then I write on the
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| Back of the sheets
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| I maade promise
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| To my brothers in street crime
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| We’d get paid with the use
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| Of a sweet rhyme
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| We put our minds together
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| Made the tracks clever
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| Now we’re checkin'
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| More bank than ever
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| Mind over matter
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| I can drop rhymes in twos,
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| And threes and fours
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| nd still have much shit
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| Left for encores
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| Cause once my mind locks
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| In on a dope idea
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| Mothercukin’ducks
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| Should stand clear
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| Cause I’m a hit the topic point blank
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| It’s jail ya better keep your shank
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| Cause I got mine
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| And I’m out on a solo creep
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| (Uggga!) Your face hits the concrete
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| You wanna roll
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| With the niggas that don’t play
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| I think you got false courge
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| Get out my damn way
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| Cause the car I’m in Is rollin’full of men
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| No kids or boys, E got the Mac 10
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| Islam’s got the Zulu Nation back up DJ Aladdin’s who
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| Hooked the fuckin’track up Syndicate’s make’n the move
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| With the ski masks
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| And I’m house’n the long cash
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| So now you realize
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| You underestimated the Ice
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| You thought that I was OK
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| But now you realize I’m nice
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| But that’s alright
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| Cause I knew I’d mke it in the end
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| Those who like me now
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| Might not of liked me then
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| But I’m a keep impressin'
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| Stressin’my lesson
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| And keep motherfuckers guessin'
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| Armor plate my mind
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| With walls and shields
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| As I escape from the killing fields
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| Mind over matter
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| Wise up Move the tempo of this hype groove
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| You know this shit is dope
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| So what you try’n to prove
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| Vu’s max as Evil E My niggaa dogs the wax
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| My brain’s a handgrenade-catch
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| I’m a hit you with an over load
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| Of bottomless thought
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| Reversin’all the shit you’re taught
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| Then throw words at you
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| Syl-la-ble-at-a-time
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| Your brain recites the rhyme
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| No matter what you do The power’s over you
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| when you sleep
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| You’ll be say’n these rhymes too
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| Cause the brain has the power
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| To control all
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| Think positive
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| You’ll be unable to fall
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| Brain cells swell
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| Thought process becomes a trance
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| Makes you feel posessed to dance
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| I’ll say I want a million
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| My mind is so deep
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| I’ll be bustin’a check for it next week |