| We now dangerous, M. Def the flavorish
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| Big hip, lick ya lips, you can savor it
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| So refreshin, no regression, host a session
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| It’s pro-black, pro-progressive, so affective
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| The 9th Wonder is a Lil' Bro collective
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| Black Dante, Mr. Phonte cold perfection
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| Warm soul on glow, not a neck on froze
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| Keep your stuff on go, 'fore I check these hoes
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| You fuck around and get it how it get mayne
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| K smack attack harder than ya pimp hand
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| My speaker box equinox like Coltrane
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| Killa K flow mayne need it in the dope game
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| Hairy gorilla combat, no Rogaine
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| And I make that ass drop like I’m Soul Train
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| I got soul mayne, heart and brains to match
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| I’m wit the Lil' Bro, what’s fuckin wit dat?
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| I put my town on the map like a star.
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| Wit’out the car.
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| And I ride clean, and my thing bling.
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| .and you know exactly how I mean
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| 9th Wonderful, so beautiful
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| So unusual, it’s sho' plain
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| On your brain, in your body, in your soul
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| All my hopes show. |
| reach the goal
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| You’on’t know about me, you’on’t know my life
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| You’on’t know everything I go through to write
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| You’on’t know my plight, you’on’t know my fight
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| And STILL, muh’fuckers wan' steal my light
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| That’s right, I’m right back with a gripe that’s sick
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| I done went another level, raise prices quick
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| Y’kno Big Dho told me, «Always rap wit a chip»
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| I’mma do you one better, son, I scribe wit a dip
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| That’s borderline great that’s best in all states
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| Fifty-plus some, dumb niggas, «Huh?»
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| If you «huh», you can hear me, I speak clearly
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| So my two sisters hear me, and Ronnie cheer me, sincerely
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| I carry heavy burdens on my back
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| Done, seen a lotta pain and my heart stay trapped
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| Brothers on the grind tryna get that scratch
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| 'fore them pages get turned and your plans get scrapped!
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| We back to the hustle where they fightin over scraps
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| And your face get played cause you tryna watch your back
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| My man, seen many niggas go like that
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| This year, is real life no rewindin it back!
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| Uh, uh. |
| Let it go, better let it go
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| Just let it go, ah ah, let it go
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| They better let it go, they better let it go
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| Let me talk to 'em, check it out.
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| Uh, it seem like, the more I achieve the more they expect
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| Cause it ain’t nothin that breeds seeds like success
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| And though you might expect niggas to lose they cause
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| Or drop the ball, that nigga Tay ain’t like the rest
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| I’m built a little bit different, my specs is more rigid
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| Phonte’s the medicine, a fine black specimen
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| Of Afro engineering, wit’out no interference
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| To get it short, I’m more than just yo average rap nigga
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| Or whatever you wanna call it
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| Call it music, I call it my life performance
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| Call 'em fans, I call 'em my life supporters
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| Whether they payin or they sneakin through
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| These are the people that I’m speakin to
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| I speak to you, and this is the year that I’m gon'
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| Schiavo my rivals, nigga pull out the feedin tube
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| Cause y’all porch monkeys, that shake spears/Shakespeare's
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| And make a killin, my words worth worth a million
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| Phonte and LB the last temptation
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| Give a fuck if our shit is played on every station
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| So y’all rap niggas can’t follow me up
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| You can’t bottle me up, shit I’m the well of inspiration, nigga!
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| Let it go, ah ah, let it go
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| Better let it go, ah, just let it go
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| Pull it back, let it go, ah
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| And let it flow like… |