| It’s been a long time
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| Since anyone has stepped on me
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| (Now I’m stepping on you)
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| Now the ones to pull it through
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| (Still pulling through)
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| It’s like, nothing sacred, Larry David when I’m faded
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| 'Cause I say what I feel
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| Came to rock the corner, Tatum O’Neal
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| Cypher on the block with Ports he was saying what’s real
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| Derailed their whole train of thought, rip the mic and we peel
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| Don’t give me no props I’ll take that later
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| Now I’m moving up the ranks like I was ASAC Schrader
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| Through facts I’m moving back with boobie traps like data
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| And the wax them cut them off like faders
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| Now we got it sold out at baladeo
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| Sure enough I got the globe like Joe Dimaggio
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| The same cats who never gave a damn
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| It’s like they never called me back
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| But now they’re on to shake my hand wassup'
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| Just a bum rush on stages with that dirty science crew
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| Exile is on the beat and I’m elected the hannibal lecter
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| With lectures electrifying defining the meaning of genius
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| It’s right to assume the trembling
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| crackers fuck rappers teams assembling
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| Ambidextrous without cd
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| For every winner there is a loser
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| And it won’t be me
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| For every talker there is a doer
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| Best believe it’s me
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| Call him J57 the king of diamonds
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| Supplying artists and work of all the marvel amongst men
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| Mangle the most menace
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| And don’t forget I rhyme again |