| Early in the game, when I was still young, still not really sure how far it was
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| gonna take me. |
| I made a vow to myself that I wouldn’t let the game change me.
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| Imma just be myself, let the chips fall where they may. |
| But at the end of the
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| day I’ma still be happy with who I am. |
| Whether I blow up and fall off or
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| whatever. |
| I just vowed that I was gonna be happy with who I am. |
| No matter
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| what’s my status in the game…
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| Yeah, your highness
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| It’s in my blood
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| In my veins
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| It keeps calling, and calling
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| Word
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| I fiend to hear the sound through the woofer
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| I love hip hop, more than Tanzanite and Brown Sugar
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| From Mr. Magic’s Rap Attack, Hank Love and DNA
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| To Awesome 2, Kid Capri, Kay Slay
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| Chuck Chillout, Jesse Joyce, Jazzy Jeff
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| And cool DJ Red Alert was going years
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| I couldn’t wait to play my tape and make the block shake
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| Let the tape rock till the tape pop
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| Graffiti on my loose suit do this in my soul
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| Since Pete Rock and Marley Marl was in control
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| Used to mosey uptown to get the raw
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| I need that Ron G, S&S, Rated R
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| System or Green Lantern, the Funkmaster Flex bomb
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| Tony Touch and Doo Wop, grew with Desert Storm
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| That real shit, pump through my veins
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| No, I can’t stay away so I’m pumpin' ‘til the grave
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| «It ain’t nothing like Hip-Hop music»
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| «Exorcist, Hip-Hop possess me»
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| «We bless mics,» «Don't it sound amazing»
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| «Never thought that Hip-Hop would take it this far»
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| «It ain’t nothing like Hip-Hop music»
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| «Rap is somethin' you do, Hip-Hop is somethin' you live»
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| «Check my resume,» «My poetry’s deep»
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| «Most valuable poet on the M-I-C»
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| I got my b-boy stance from it
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| Skip school, poppin', lockin' to the Mantronik
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| Just-Ice made me wonder who Latoya is
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| And I learned that nobody beats the biz
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| We was kids just listenin' to the music loud
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| So believe I was moved, when Rakim moved the crowd
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| Now as a rapper I remember moving till
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| Becky Jack the rapper Freaknic and how can I be down?
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| Just a young MC tryna bust a move
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| I was on Beach Street break into a crust room
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| Do it for dough, do it ‘cause I love it
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| Since Hurricane G, told Red kicked that other shit
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| I must admit without hip-hop I’d disappear
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| It’s like my heart beat’s one with the kick and snare
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| That real shit, pump my veins
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| No, I can’t stay away so I’m pumpin' ‘til the grave
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| «It ain’t nothing like Hip-Hop music»
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| «Exorcist, Hip-Hop possess me»
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| «We bless mics,» «Don't it sound amazing»
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| «Never thought that Hip-Hop would take it this far»
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| «It ain’t nothing like Hip-Hop music»
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| «Rap is somethin' you do, Hip-Hop is somethin' you live»
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| «Check my resume,» «My poetry’s deep»
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| «Most valuable poet on the M-I-C» |