| In 19, seventy-nine, the rhyme for fun hoping to become a celebrity
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| Rap star, some said I stink cause they didn’t think that I would go that far
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| 10 years old al I wanted was to get on it at a jam and damn man you fronted
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| Plenty times, many times still with throw jams, when I finally got it,
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| I was not into slow jams
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| When I got you hyped as I drop the mic, want to rhyme every next time but not
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| tonight
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| So I wrote extra hard, the crowd got into me because mentally I left you scarred
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| The same suckers that used to rock in front of «Used to jocking» wanted me to
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| get loose a lot
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| They used to come around town down my sound
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| Compound round like a clown now they standing astound
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| A lot of rubbish, rappers where getting on, wax while I still rap the cause I
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| was sitting on
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| I felt like everybody was running outside playing me, saying «P yo when you
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| coming out»
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| Got to run around some people would tell me things like
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| I can make you big but all they did was sell me dreams
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| Then I met my man the almighty K.G. |
| him and me real chill and still tidy
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| I got down with D-Nique the hypnotic, performing on a stage with a mic he’s
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| psychotic
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| I always wanted to perform with a bird’s eye view of people who come and see
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| you like at the LQ
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| I owe a lot of things to Arron D, cause when he got hooked up, the brother
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| looked up me
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| And D-Nique yes my best friend you can check it we made a record called «Let
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| the homicides begin»
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| In '88 the styles we were running down and the music nobody used it but run it
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| now
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| We gotta, a lotta rep and respect from brothers and sisters those that dissed
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| us could step
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| All I could say is that hard work pays, now the rhyme inspector MC Percee P’s
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| the man to praise
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| In'89 Ekim got down, when I stepped to him I knew him way back since junior high
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| Where he rest, he lived up in Jackson, me and D lived up in Patterson in case
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| you’re asking
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| In the boogie down, uptown suit up clowns that fucked ‘round got bucked down
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| You left running out the castle that was the spot you got a lot of hassle
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| coming out
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| Young ladies weren’t on my lap until we came up and got our names up on the map
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| For every hottie, jocked at me at every party, I wasn’t bags never thinking but
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| sticking everybody
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| Every Thursday, it was E in the booth getting loose cutting with Kid Capri,
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| no discussion
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| Busting my chops to get my props and rock and stop at the tip top of hip hop
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| Now they wanna see me, some thought I was under but now they wonder,
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| how it feels to be me
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| They gotta go, gotta go why, they wasn’t with me before a shorty come get me
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| when I got a show
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| All I could say is that hard work pays, now the rhyme inspector MC Percee P’s
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| the man to praise |