| Re-introducing the Black Nerd cat from Illadel
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| Middle class kid in last place but livin' well
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| Yeah I switch locales but the hood still in me
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| I look friendly, but go zero to sixty in a jiffy
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| You get me? |
| Grew up on Biggie and Nas
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| Ra’s lines leave a crowd paralyzed like Droz
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| No shots, but I’m coming from the Attitude Era
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| Bathroom passes, cutting classes, droppin' acid
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| Far from Placid, the outcome is tragic
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| But pressure make diamonds so we gon' make a classic
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| You know my steelo, the rap key note
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| Speaker with the gold voice so you ain’t got no choice
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| But to listen, when I’m spittin
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| Navi of the alley
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| Never had a caddy, keep my dome piece nappy
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| Construction timbs, and champion hoods
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| Survived the roughest blocks like only a champion could
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| Uh Lord have mercy Jesus Christ he’s just nice he just slice, like he emeril
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| Shine like emerald
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| They green wit envy
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| Fresh Kils sent me to set it on MCs
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| No grief, every body get a piece
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| The obese nerd rapper from the east
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| The rap lines, hard to find press rewind if you feelin' it |
| You still ain’t gettin it, what are you an idiot?
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| Hot damn yo, here we go again
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| Sound like it’s ninety-four again
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| And we goin' in
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| Like we seen an opening
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| Fresh Kils, Mega Ran, and you know we gonna
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| Win, win, win
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| Hot damn yo, here we go again
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| Sound like it’s ninety-four again
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| And we goin' in
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| Like we seen an opening
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| Fresh Kils, Mega Ran, and you know we gonna
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| Win, win, win
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| Live from Phoenix, Arizona, tag the corner
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| And off the top rope, Ianding on ya
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| «Oh yeah» Like the Macho man, in the past
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| Got an elbow lined up to snap y’all in half
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| I’m going global, from Japan to Germany
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| They heard of me, my man big Ran, wanted a word from me
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| You want me over this beat? |
| Yeah, give it the third degree
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| So work with me, assuredly, my style fit it perfectly
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| I’m from the land where the sun abundant, from the desert
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| To the mountain summits, where the falcons plummet
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| Getting love to let my mouth runnith, over I told ya
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| Who want it, who ready to die, steady the eye
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| (Slow down Phil you killing em) I’m building, the skills |
| To fill, pavilions, this beat, I’m trying to kill it
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| In an instant, for instance, the inference, I’m spitting
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| At a speed faster than windsprints, leaving an imprint
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| Hot damn yo, here we go again
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| Sound like it’s ninety-four again
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| And we goin' in
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| Like we seen an opening
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| Fresh Kils, Mega Ran, and you know we gonna
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| Win, win, win
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| Hot damn yo, here we go again
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| Sound like it’s ninety-four again
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| And we goin' in
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| Like we seen an opening
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| Fresh Kils, Mega Ran, and you know we gonna
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| Win, win, win |