| Look, long live your idols, may they never be your rivals
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| Rakim was like Jesus, Chuck D wrote the Bible
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| G-Rap was God, I learned to punch from Kane
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| Lived in Queens so on Farmers we would see Todd James
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| Remember the cover of Black Panther with the fat gold chains
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| Then Slick Rick had a million of 'em
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| So I wanted a million of 'em
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| Yeah, back in my first days
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| When we ain’t know who was the nicest nigga in 3rd Base
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| Which emcee was the worst before my emcee search
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| Some niggas thought Pete Nice, me, I thought MC Serch
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| This before I ever met Em, way before «Hammer Dance»
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| This when I was asking Carrie Anne to make me Hammer pants
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| Smooth B was dope, Greg Nice had character
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| Before I ever knew image would even matter, bruh
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| Ice Cube raised me, gotta mention Gang Starr
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| Me and Premier tight right now, we in the same squad
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| Always tell me stories on the game and how it changed, y’all
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| Life don’t always come full circle, I can’t explain, God
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| Teacher to student
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| The overlap and the generational gap I’m seeing is prudent
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| So when I speak of pursuing
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| What we deemed as mere dreams and illusions
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| Albeit a nuisance
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| I’m brewing from eyes that have seen through it
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| It’s no time for even a body to be reclusive
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| Execs’ll feed you excuses, and if its seasoned, you chew it
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| We got old ideologies, I think we should renew it
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| The psychology for some of that reasoning’s even stupid
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| For me it’s deeper than music, much deeper than music
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| They stole our musical freedom, up next it’s freedom of music
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| As a tenth grade drop-out I’m watching the aftermath
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| Of everything streaming and doing the extremist
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| This is true shit
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| Don’t take a genius to see the genius is stewing
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| Ain’t got the reach to do it, so let me reach you can do it
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| It go
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| Look, look
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| If you live long you see your idols be your rivals
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| Hov was like the GOAT, congratulations on Tidal
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| Salute, you broke through many barriers for us
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| When we couldn’t move the needle you carried us for us
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| Look forward, maybe in 30 years they’ll implore us
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| Push to the back of the red ignore us
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| I think we nearing that border
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| Mr. Carter, who gon' fare for the authors?
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| They only there to extort us
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| Who gon be there to record us, nigga?
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| Even deeper who gon' care for our daughters?
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| And our sons just the vultures
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| We keep handing them the culture
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| And the hip-hop that raised this kid is one that spoke up
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| I’m pessimistic, I won’t even get my hopes us
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| But if it’s gon' all implode before it blow up
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| Need more than overcharging for what they did to the Cold Crush
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| Just a PSA in lieu of the movement
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| Can’t get a quarter back now, what about future music?
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| Really
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| So if I’m gone when tomorrow come
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| The mission for my only-born when tomorrow come
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| How will we receive songs when tomorrow come?
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| Here’s my study for understudies to borrow from
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| New Rage &Machine, nigga, we got this
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| Is what you hear when label ideas meet a plot twist
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| Used to be faded from the killer talk
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| Now we suffocating from the pillow talk
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| Every verse like, «damn, y’all love chivalry»
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| They offer me fame as a man, I chose dignity
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| Guess everything ain’t for everybody
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| Maybe everybody ain’t for everything
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| It ain’t a thing, I’m looking through my career
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| I’m more the long game dude on how I choose to prepare
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| Not the richest, just the sickest, ask the dudes in your tier
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| Knew if I made it to the top I’d hate the views from up there
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| We don’t value the same shit, I spoke through a despair
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| Stood out before it was cool to be weird, my nigga, you just appear
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| Before these niggas hit puberty
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| I was online talking like it’s just you and me
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| The foolery, but since we hopping like rabbits
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| Calling everything that’s dropping a classic
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| With all this modern day practice
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| Tactics that should rot in the ashes
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| Some are cut from the same cloth
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| Some have forgotten the fabric, listen
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| Raised a nigga that you rather leave at bay
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| She ain’t walking in naked, she ain’t fashionably late
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| Have her bring your good shoes so you can dodge around the rumors
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| And then shoot to light the room up like like Robert Downey Jr
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| Fifth to the court tell I did this before
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| Without a bearing ask Karen, nothing civil in war
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| It’s civil war, to judging off the shit that I saw
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| I’m trying to leave it so our kids’ll have more
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| Tomorrow is bigger than all |