| Imagine, if this was the last rhyme I ever wrote
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| The last words that I ever spoke, no
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| I’m a keep servin them
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| Cause it’s somebody out there, that never even heard of him
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| Or the songs I be murdering
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| Now it’s a whole herd of men that follow in his footstep
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| I did it all to get a rep and it worked out
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| Now my sisters kirk out when they hear me on the radio
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| Here we go with the steady flow
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| I’m the best since sliced bread but you already know
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| How it goes when, me and Te be composing
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| Over instrumentals 9th holding
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| We not hot niggas scolding, I told men
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| But it’s only now you want to listen
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| So get close, please pay attention
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| Here’s a few things I’d like to mention
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| The B, the I, the G, the P, the O
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| The O, the H, the is none greater
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| The L, the B, the J, the L
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| Is here forever money so see me later
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| Stash away plenty sheets of paper
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| Shit is perfected and we hit the majors
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| See, I said you niggas couldn’t cage us
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| Them mere feeble attempts was outrageous
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| It ain’t a party 'til we hit the stages
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| Rapper Pooh signing off, see you in the funny papers
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| Ha, you can bet your life on it, you gon see me man come on
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| (Busta Rhymes repeats, «Oh my god!»)
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| Rock, Rock and you don’t
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| Freak, Freak and you don’t
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| To the Beat and you don’t
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| It’s unique and you don’t
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| You think I will but I won’t, stop
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| They think I will but I won’t, stop
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| Rock, rock and you don’t
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| Freak, freak and you don’t
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| To the beat and you don’t
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| Its unique and you don’t
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| Big Pooh and he don’t stop
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| And 9th Wonder he don’t stop
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| Even though, most of our albums are poorly promoted
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| And all the magazines probably won’t even quote it
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| J League never running or folding
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| We got tight to steal y’all spotlight and y’all won’t even know it
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| One time for Big Pooh cause he quit eating steak
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| And two times for 9th Wonder cause he setting it straight
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| And 3 times to that ho from the 8−1-4
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| That moved in, got kicked out and caught on tape
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| Just a little bit of time, is all that we granted on this planet
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| For us to get our little bit of shines
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| If y’all want to get a line, then talk to BIG DHO
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| Cause ain’t shit free but the spirit of my rhymes
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| I hear it all the time, LB ain’t on the same shit
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| So innovative you the next best things, since
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| Whatever, I just laugh with it
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| Cause today’s fan is tomorrow’s rap critic
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| One day they giving you the thumbs up the next
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| They telling 9^th to go on switch his drums up the best
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| Is what they expect, but why they won’t let the music
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| Just be what it is is anybody’s guess, so ah
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| If y’all feeling this y’all ain’t gotta analyze it
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| This shit is dope so we ain’t changin' up
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| Makin' money and our parents ain’t ashamed of us
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| And when I think about that I can’t complain as much so let it rock
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| Raleigh gotta
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| Durham gotta
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| Chapel Hill gotta
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| Greensboro gotta
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| High Point gotta
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| Got a zone
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| Its for all y’all man
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| Phonte is the sho shot
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| Big Pooh and you don’t stop
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| 9th Wonder got the beat the sho' shot
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| LB is on the beat and you don’t stop
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| Rock, rock to the
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| Freak, freak to the
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| Rock, rock to the |