| Geah… never weak
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| Your future seems bleak
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| Yeah… yeah, check, yo
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| The meak, the weak listen when the God speak
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| Deep control like «The Pelican Brief»
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| Deadlift minds they wanna know what foe, who a foe
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| Mathematics, O back at it
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| Most def, mo' pep in my step, doze slept
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| Now awoke I’m like smellin salts under your nose
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| I revive 'em, guide 'em, teach 'em, won’t deny 'em
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| Many not built like I am
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| Flow with remarkable timin, run laps around beats
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| Break records, reps double checkin
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| Like Ra said it’s sportable, microphones portable
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| For any immortal man source is not affordable
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| Quote the ledger like 9/11 be forever in your mind embedded
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| Leave it to me, I’ll set it
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| Yo, new thug anthem, this shit amped
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| In a way that a monkey react seein a panther
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| Roy Jones of rap, others can’t stand it
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| Deliver K.O.'s with both hands do damage
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| Dome all swoll, I’ll deflate it
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| Product of my old earth, if I don’t agree I debate it
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| Opinions like assholes, we all got 'em
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| The infrared got 'em, O keep heads noddin
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| Lyrics like shotguns scatter buckshots
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| Once upon a time, occupied a dust spot
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| West coast call it sherm, East coast say embalmin fluid
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| This is menage-a music, whoa
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| Speakin in third person, one man version
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| Orchestrate thoughts like Gershwin
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| Still got fans on deck, still got die-hard niggas thirstin
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| My roots run deep through NY, truck through hoods like a semi
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| Do it cause I can’t owe the man
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| Know your place, all I got is my word and namesake
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| Patient under God, walk around town megahard like
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| ain’t no thang, never ran never will
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| Mouth crooked, aura straight Brooklyn
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| Raised in the bosom of God, please forgive me for my sins
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| One love to my niggas behind bars
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| He’s so nice, I heard it before
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| Bring your best rap dudes, bet I murder 'em all
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| Neglect the fact I ain’t got plaques on the wall
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| Play a big part for you and your crew’s downfall
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| Flow, cocked and ready to bust and blast off
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| This here lead dye shed pounds off balls
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| Tough talkin niggas get a round of applause |