| Seconds after I have been swept off my feet
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| Open through the doors and in steps the beat
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| Complete with medical packs and four fours
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| Looked at me and said damn this nigga need god
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| Bored, apart in the streets he got beat
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| The meat, a disinfranchised he left wheat
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| Me, these images I could’nt ignore
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| Personas of the rhythm who just walked through the store
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| This man’s slim, sported a red glim, notcing damage within
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| We remove bullets and pack skin
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| The kickdrum slur reopen my eyes, he say don’t worry
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| At the clerk he say don’t fire rounds in the flurry
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| And I have bad, tied the hostages with his gat
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| Told 'em break the fuck out and never look back
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| They have the form like meiogy for the kamikaze
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| Then they got me walking out pass the local paparazzi
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| I see y’all re animated, sure kick get damned a flavor
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| We came to save ya and we came to, pull back the data
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| I repay a major situation across town, my music is lost sound
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| Cause they had us locked down.
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| They meaning sucka rappers had us heard past
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| Comic clowns who be making shit sounds and laughs
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| Then they facing masteries, just fittin lack of pieces
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| Whats dope and hope that we accept the wack atheists, jesus
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| Wheres the chamber? |
| Allow me the become the scum rearranged uh They said focus ya anger and bring the rhymes that you wrote
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| Because these folks will hang ya I accepted their concerns turn to him and said
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| fuck that written shit I’ll flip that kid off the head
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| What about the feds? |
| Ayo we left them a decoy
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| We didn’t want the beats to know we brought back the B-Boy
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| Hip, Hip-Hop (I'm a bring it back) x4
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| Hip hop is so wack, the beats are fighting back
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| And I was sent to attack, so I’m following the map
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| X’s mark the rappers out with two head with
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| Furocious cademies that only need with the next spliff
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| Step by step I’m headed toward the set to analyze the threat
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| And make him regret, the day that we met
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| I suspect he got a smooth box, I head into the rooftops
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| Where I’ll make me strategy so I can splatter them
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| They were only half of them, five less rappers alive
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| So we can vibe the stand and then, dope they didnt coincide
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| They were half religous, and vicious, with dark wishes
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| Which is to assure the core of hip hop which is snitches
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| I dropped dimes on how to travel back in time
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| So they can melt and miss the nine pioneers patterns to rhyme
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| And I’m furious, seething at what I’m seeing
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| Soon those niggaz won’t be breathing
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| Ive seen what I got so I’m leaving
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| Cause I wanna, set up to stop up for the evening
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| Niggaz hopped on my shitlist with a swiftness
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| I’m about to rip this, come fear witness
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| Mic Check!
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| We had ill static, over illmatic, I reached for it This nigga said I couldnt have it So tragic they try to counter my magic, I’m rabid
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| I reached for his fuckin face and grabbed it Nigga, how the fuck did you figure
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| You can Interfere with the music so potent
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| That I need to just go for a moment
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| Before I moved on.
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| Then I heard two songs
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| Spit flavor from those head up the 36 chambers
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| I’m about to bring this nigga danger
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| He was illucive an uncle tom carry a nuciance
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| Strong and spiritually useless
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| I gave him flashbacks, of niggaz gettin treated like labrats
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| Beatin with sticks and straps
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| Hidden with conscience, held a mirror up to his face
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| The motherfucker jetted out of the place
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| Who’s next to get me vexed this rapper making idle threats
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| Claiming that he got contacts, I stepped to him slow
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| Looked deep in his eyes, see another person was within him
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| Cause he’s living a lie
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| A rap nearly operation
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| Told him that man was not meant to leave earth’s population
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| These talks left him pacing, now he suffers from brain disintergration
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| No thoughts or information, it started raining visibility low
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| This had no effects on my abilities though
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| To murder an MC is standing procedure
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| Looked and see this cat gone follow the leader
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| But I’m a cheater, the abdomen and chester leader
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| The primary feature, my intense earth to to bleed ya All this blood stream, and I’m steadily aiming
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| To find the next nigga for naming
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| Thats when the death sticks came in, hand me This mega large nigga tried to brand me I thought the mega blast to enemies |
| Then my mind aged to centuries
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| Futuristic data, for a complex matter
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| This power left to cater, I can compete with the equator
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| Smiled I can see him through the earth’s vapors
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| Looked him up and down, as we walked toward solid ground
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| What mind, jaw dropped looked what I found
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| Classics like Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, EMPD and RUN DMC
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| But when we get three feet
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| Criminal mind takes a nation a mill, Time to kill
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| Run DMC self titled, this nigga my arch rival
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| Survival, not liable, got up close and what I signed couldnt believe
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| My enemy was a genetic replica of me That means self is the biggest tour
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| It could me the bigger fall, a truly vicious type of war
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| So now I’m thrown off, taken back to back, I didnt know how to react
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| To lack a plan of attack, but it was in full effect, connect
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| He didnt affect my intellect, but thoughts I couldnt accept
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| Images of my grandmother in that old folks home
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| Became Very vivid in my dome, this method of rap is telepathic
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| Damage of my mental fabric, hell a vibe or I have it Criminal I can’t stand it, or understand it yet my torture was expanded
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| By thoughts that he commanded, had a vision of my uncle sitting down
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| By himself, meanwhile he’s breaking down my physical health
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| Chronicle inseperable thoughts, to my head
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| 98 percent of which were absorbed by my dreads
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| The other 2 percent I accepted, just so I can feel the heat again
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| Had a vision of my defeat of him
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| So now I’m back, strapped and intact
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| Increasing my brain waves to maximum impact
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| Thoughts were un holdly, slowly up he looked me up and down coldly
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| Like I’m the motherfuckin chrome be And I am damned I dropped the mic from my hand
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| Saw some open land so I ranned
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| But as the gem has past hearts, my man had blast shots
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| Bloodcots stopped ciculation from my nog
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| My ego’s dead my humiliation to mumble feeble shit
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| Suddenly had a dream of desert eagle clips
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| So who’s me, maybe this oozie, cold hard and steel
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| With a sign that says use me I call on Susie, and tell what you see
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| Usually, I wouldnt let a biter confuse me Much of this instance, make a difference
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| So started to think with, the innocence fit infants incents of incest
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| Burn in inscents, I’m intense
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| Funny how the powerful scent just dense his senses
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| Dont even comment on the senses, I sent this razor sharp tone
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| To relentless, sequences that leap fences
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| beating all human kind to defenseless
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| So I shift for, never sick for
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| with a swift sword, clipped and flipped this mic for
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| Speechless, never wit weakness
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| he tried to use the heat of his desire to beat Lif
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| Be my guest, take a guess who was left to mess
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| And at peace request
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| I summoned the sun to burn a whole in his chest |