| Yeah, let’s do it
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| My pen’s divine when I invent rhymes
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| Sharpshoot with M9, Cartier lens eyes
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| Chardonnay and red wine when I toast a life
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| At the round table like noble nights
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| Pose for photos under strobe lights
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| Dolomite boots, told you I’m the truth
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| Ball like tycoons, young niggas call on my youth
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| Show em they attributes, launder master loops
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| Lazarus jewels diamonds in the crutches
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| Shine like the science is discovered
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| Only fly rhymes being summoned
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| Love it in the ill style rotunda
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| The seventh wonder
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| To sum it up my styles go hard
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| News on the streets Tom Brokaw
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| Crash whips like we play with go-karts, la vida loca
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| Only classic shit see I’m known for, cats try to be him
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| Really they ain’t drama bringers they pussy like cunnilingus
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| My rap style genius been waiting for a while to see this
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| Flicking my broken watch
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| Picking off tops with curly fades
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| Special up games
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| Prefer to stay distance from pops
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| Liquorice fingerprints switched on the box
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| Pictures of Pac, jumping over tables
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| Watching Undertaker and Rock
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| I never spoke a lot
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| My olders were never sober from Scotch
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| Shots soaked their polka dot tops
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| Second oldest and last scolded
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| My first crush was Samoan who spoke Polish
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| Heads spinning off in lessons n dresses with sprayed potions
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| Tapes for home trips different ones every week
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| Rocking my waves with Gap anoraks and pumps on my feet
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| Scuffling crews form different buses linking up from the streets
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| All the Muslims preach doctrines of corrupted deceit
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| I used to think the world stopped when I sleeped
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| Crazy thoughts that I conducted on sheets became a passion
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| Heard Illadelph and started rapping, after school I got high
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| TDK tapes of Noreaga’s T.O.N.Y
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| Filas with sky coloured Iceberg patterns, hats with the tees out
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| With fingers in the Kalbash on my legs with my knees out
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| With schemes, scales, empty hallways
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| Barbers are cleaned out from raids
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| Feds surveilling where we used to get fades
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| Shootouts at raves Avirex’s, arcades and pager texts’s
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| Sharp blades we scraped the desk with
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| And carved shapes from Tetris
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| A car chase in Lexus from feds jumping out Vectras
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| Tryna chase the olders round the block from shotting hexes |