| Yeah, my attitude is right
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| This is the symphony of the night
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| So nigga fuck whoever’s wrong or right
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| It’s Oh-Knuckle on this mic device
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| I write like a gladiator going to war
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| Then fight to death
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| What I spit easily snatch your breath
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| Kill what you rep, it’s better to live life
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| Than to live death
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| Full situations, you better be respectful
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| For too much disrespect can cause the whole nation to fold
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| And now stories is told
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| Besides Oh, your ace in the hole
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| I roll with Roc, let the beef alone
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| Damn niggas is cold
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| The only thing to offer duke is to grab six feet of land
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| And throw it on top of you
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| Be unstoppable, mic dynamic, superhuman power
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| My binna watch the rain shower
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| Black power pie, soul defying the cowards by the ounces
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| Dilla got your five skates bouncing
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| Move, out of ma way dog get it straight
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| Move, look around watch the block levitate
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| Move, man I ain’t tryin' to operate
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| One false move watch the whole world detonate
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| Move, I’m coming fresh from the gutter
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| Got to see my way through one way or another
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| I build the flame, feed the fire
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| Won’t stop being Roc till I retire, yeah
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| I’m running the truth and running with liars
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| The niggas in your clique ain’t nothin' to admire
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| Only reason you’re hot, your man told you so
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| Don’t even compare to the shit in my toilet bowl
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| Nah, I’m too woozy to make it a fail
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| I’m on a one way ticket to hell
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| My life’s wild like Chenille wearing Chanel
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| Keep on till I’m over the hill
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| Packaged up like a bottle of pills
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| Huh, I know that the drama is real
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| A shot of liquor make a nigga heart spill
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| Like Hitler, I smoke blunts on the shitter
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| Nigga, fucked up like a bitch shaving her brow
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| Last time I checked my life’s about to spray
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| Move, yeah nigga move and get moved the fuck over
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| Only gonna say it one time
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| Oh No, Roc, Dilla dog |