| He rules in the neighborhood he rules
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| (Kids laughing)
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| Huh try on your robe man yea it fits it fits me too
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| I like this «Emperor"huh priesthood
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| The offering is now brung to 'em
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| Show us how you do this talent (what the fuck is this)
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| It’s like this look
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| Nonchalantly I plant the words in the brain like ganja seeds
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| Horizontally the way I write Gandhi
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| Beneath a palm tree’s calm breeze
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| Like the summer in the late 40s before the mob kick in the door
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| Of the Don squeezing automatic tommys a blaze of glory
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| That’s how he lays a lamp shade Duke Ellington played
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| The screen start to fade cut end the story (cut, cut, cut)
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| Yo the next one opens up soda cups
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| A bottle of grey goose in a room full of applejacks hats
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| Cock ace deuce sam remo laced boots tapping the floor
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| A lit cigar goons got my pops liemmed up with gats to his jaw
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| He said «where is the child that said to come from the Nile
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| Now in the PJs"he paused and freebased did a line (snnnniff)
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| «Not to be sublime but the kid is ahead of his time
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| He turns Kool Aid into red wine
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| Besides that he professes
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| He should be the next king of BK (sniff)
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| Besides KANE BIG and JAY
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| GZA was underrated but still
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| The word from the genius was the best stated»
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| I ain’t scared to say it back in the day we had groups
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| Like the DIS MASTERS rest in peace MIKE SKI
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| Part time hustler ruled to me DIVINE SOUNDS DISCO RICHE and SHELDON DEE
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| I take it back what people do for money
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| Money money money the offering
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| (Razah Hook) 2X
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| Pay your tithes and your offerings
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| This goes out to my niggas in them closed coffins
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| O Gs who was coke snorting on death row
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| Dead men walking and them mothers never had abortions
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| I come to bring y’all ass whippings
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| Rappers this y’all disaster
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| As it’s written he is risen with mac slugs
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| AK shells a mask and gloves
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| They made their Hell
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| A basket thug and hollowed be thy tip
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| Anoint your forehead and empty a clip
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| For the average y’all spit
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| And I hold my pen like a syringe
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| Inject my paper with the thoughts of a gangster
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| Scene 3
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| Bullets sail threw his Tuxedo
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| He fall for dead in the corner of the cathedral
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| Doves flock to the ceiling chirping
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| The murder of the godfather
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| It’s just my version a tied turban
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| Rest on the god’s dome
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| Science study the structures of my jaw bone
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| It’s similar to the great pharaohs
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| But I dealt with the streets and space travel
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| Big Priest from the ace apple
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| (Razah Hook) 2X
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| (Talking)
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| See the offering is pureness straight up hip hop
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| That’s what I’m giving you know
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| (Yo hold up man yo priest what happen to peace)
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| O o yea peace peace peace peace peace
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| Words of the don Leo Angel |