| I done tested enough
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| So let me show you my stuff
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| You know the name worth 'matic, father of three
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| Same thirst as the first time fathered a beat
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| And we display the art the way we want to do it
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| Leave up it to y’all to either cheer it or boo it
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| Ten times out of 10 you choose not to do the latter
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| And De La will shatter all the rules
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| About who’s supposed to stick around
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| Or sound off over them drums to place some life in it
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| No Native reunion without the Ali, Tip and Phife in it
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| Don’t nag me about it
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| Just know that the love is there
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| And understand that long-term music industry love is rare
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| Learned to face the game without the game face attached
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| So I get 'em off guard, they ain’t even no match for me
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| Plug Two minus Three and never the Zero
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| Tryin to be forever your hero, here we go!
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| + (Oh No)
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| You need to smile a lil' bit (aiyyo frown a lil' less)
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| Read a couple of books (and then smoke a lil' sess)
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| Get your mind right (but don’t OD)
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| Cause overdoin it ain’t doin it with quality
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| Yo, it ain’t popsicles and ice cream
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| get popped for trickles of ice on their necks and ears
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| But it ain’t always violent as you hear and see
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| You can find a lot of good in the hood
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| Find a lot of keys to open doors to suc-cess with ease
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| I walk on hard times like doormats
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| Sometimes they walk on me right back, but I get right back at’cha
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| Like I ain’t been phased, born and raised
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| In the maze called New York City
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| But the master of the maze is just the winner losin
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| Whether in Inglewood or Stockholm
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| I got homes to rest in with the breezies included
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| This is my day job that everybody wants
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| But you need to work a lot of nights to get it
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| Fell in love with it the first time I met it
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| And you can do the same, but understand y’all in this game |