| It was me and Goldinchild rhyming in the spot
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| We was a crew at the time plus we getting hot
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| My group is on the rise plus we fin to pop
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| Plus we had a demo at the time that we fin to shop
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| Trying to spit on any mic we get to rock
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| From the clubs all the way to the ghetto spot
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| In the projects where they would just flip the rock
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| Where they used to hold the bricks kind of like a cinder block
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| So in between the boos that we get a lot
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| We be making moves no one is fin to stop
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| We rolling on ya crew plus come off the top
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| Two white dudes leaving ya crew all up in a shock
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| Almost lost my life one night just getting shot
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| One night when I was rhyming all up in the spot
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| But the only way I’m ever ever gonna stop
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| Is when my heart quits right there plus the casket drops
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| Worldwide international
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| Intellect dialect from the spiritual
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| The original born again miracle
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| Its worldwide international
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| Before we surrounded you like longitude and latitude
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| K was spitting that mathematical and radical
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| Now a day 52 travels international
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| Gold on a local with a vocal that will capture you
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| Feel like I’m back from a 20 year sabbatical
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| Cats ignore the truth but swear they kept it factual
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| Line upon line like I’m autobiographical
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| Pen by the masses saying it’s supernatural
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| Man listen I ain’t talking that witchcraft
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| No premantion when goldinchild spits that
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| Raw lyricism when the sprit of pen raps
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| Arm’s out stretched steady hugging the block man
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| We out for the lost army of nameless faces
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| We was on stages pushing the rock of ages
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| Me and K stay moving the crowd
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| SOI lifestyle never putting the mic down… |