| Now its the mad magician with the ill deposition
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| No repetition holdin down Bronx tradition
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| My composition simply squash the competition
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| Step up and get beat into submission
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| Cause this musician with the street intuition
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| 7−35 fuel-injected transmission
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| My opposition will have to recognize my steez
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| Exotic trees leave a trail of scuffed up knees
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| So please you couldn’t touch this cat with a stick
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| Quick to inflict tricks blaze up in the flick
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| Son I’m sick and you could put that on my mama
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| Exclamation point, quotation, comma
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| Lay up on the beaches when I’m down in the Bahamas
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| The skills go back to the days of wonderama
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| So pass the scama, son its time to get this money
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| So we can relax and recline where its sunny
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| I went from standin on the corner sellin cocaine
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| To rippin shows live on stage the hoes yellin my name
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| To be precise rippin mics is the light of my life
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| You frontin like you trife but never pulled a heist in your life
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| The price of my ice is sky high, I’m a fly guy
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| Its every thugs dream I really love cream, its in my blood stream
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| You mad cause I got more chicks than you, more bricks than you
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| More nines and extra clips than you
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| Where I live it ain’t a nice town
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| You can’t walk around with ice down
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| Some clown probably gettin stuck right now
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| Peace to D-I-T-see, Show and AG, Fat J-O-E
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| Diamond D, Lord Finesse, and me
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| I’m from the East Coast, this is how we roll in New York
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| A bunch of rowdy niggas holdin the fort
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| Jackin creeps, packin heat, these Harlem streets is for keeps
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| Much love to all my peeps who got a couple of sheets
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| Yo, most these rap cats don’t know
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| Where it started, where it came from
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| We been rappin this shit since Day One
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| Diggin' In The Crates originators
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| Why niggas playa haters
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| Knowin' damn well you can’t fade us
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| You better take me out quick
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| 'Cause I’m accurate when I bust mine
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| And make it count like Jordan at crunch time
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| Just in case I play Fishburn and double up on nines
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| You can never make it rain or stop my sunshine
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| So I keep eyes on these chumps the whole time
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| Take note of your technique like we scheme on dimes
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| Disregard your crew, fuck your heart
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| Put a slug in me, it’ll be marriage
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| 'Til death do us part
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| Until then master this art and kill them
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| With the pen that’s dramatic, automatics I commit sins
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| Hold my head, but when I’ve had it I test chins
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| If that ain’t real then feel the stainless steel
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| Bang’em and hang’em like they did our relatives
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| Thought he was the best on the mic that ever lived, negative
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| Wu-diggity if you with me then say word
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| Lets get twisted like bottlecaps create like Spielberg
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| Check the referral, man my whole squad’s thorough
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| We worldwide niggas is nice in one burrough
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| We all gleam, plus we feind for more cream
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| You got some nice players they just on the wrong team
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| Nahmean… as the world turns
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| Avoid concern we’ll set you straight like a perm
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| Rap apostle lyrical type picasso kinda hostile
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| Nothing less than colossal, you dig me like fossils
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| Be the cat with the groovy soul
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| Lotta rappers out here acting with no movie roles
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| You know the deal I represent skills
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| And niggas with bank reels that live to make a mil
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| On the real that’s my motto
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| To hard to follow
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| When dinasour perform goin out like bravado
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| Hard to hit like lotto underworld role model
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| D.I.T.C. |
| we be them cats to tomorrow
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| Yo, most these rap cats don’t know
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| Where it started, where it came from
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| We been rappin this shit since Day One
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| Diggin' In The Crates originators
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| Why niggas playa haters
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| Knowin' damn well you can’t fade us
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| Holdin it down for D.I.T.C niggas stink like feces
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| Goin against raw dogs ya lost
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| The way I simulate rhyme and rhythimatic timin
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| On beat off beat drunk flow here we go
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| Assignments handed out each individual stand out
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| Carryin his own clout
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| Phenomenal motions of rap I pose a threat
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| Foes I put em on a block like a hole in a pin
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| Lyrical genocide on the witty side
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| Niggas give me respect due like the pope in a synagogue
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| Who waitin my odds O.C. |
| far from a fraud
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| You waste my time nigga so I bagged your broad
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| Blow your mind ditto with no conscience
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| I decide the law motherfucker I’m Congress
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| This concludes my repetoire what I be on
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| MC’s make way for mine or get peed on
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| Fuck that |