| Open Sesame, stepping through the mist, it’s the specialist
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| Coming to box, and flooded with rocks
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| We’ll get down for mine, the kind that makes cement feel us
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| Standing in the company of killers
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| Follow my trail as I walk through the valley of death
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| Left, to fear no evil, cause what I grip is legal
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| I’m hot like yard, the point guard of this group, on the loop
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| Never your right, raising all your game type tonight
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| Entering the level of high gear
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| You’d think it took a Bob Marley spliff to get here
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| Front to rear God of the drugs that you’re hearing
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| While my neighbors say we need to be jailed for rackateering
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| Now appearing, Pete Rock and CL Smooth to the jugular
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| Now you got Mecca and the Soul Brother
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| Slightly, you might raise a hair of doubt
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| But if we don’t rock the spot, The Sun Won’t Come Out
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| Check it out, without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
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| Without Anger in the Nation
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| Yo, without Mecca and the Soul Brother
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| You know The Sun Won’t Come Out
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| Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
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| You know we can’t Reminisce
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| If we don’t Straighten It Out
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| You know The Sun Won’t Come Out
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| Un-chained heat, I hustle on the street a beat
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| To keep you on the edge of your seat, you consumer
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| A QB-like Boomer, the ultimate team
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| But if I wake up in another woman’s bed, I’mma scream
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| I’m settin up shop pop to overthrow Castro
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| Chokin over Noriega’s Garcia Vegas
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| Guess who supplies the pies and dope triples
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| Now she leaks ass cheeks, pearly whites and titty nipples
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| Would CL ever trick loot on PC?
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| Even if I never had sonny boy I disagree
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| Cut the small talk, I give more marks than a school of sharks
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| On attack, so keep your ass back
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| When it’s wack you get a thumbs down, another record deal wasted
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| Listen man, find another occupation man
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| Here’s the persuasion, blazin one amazin route that’s all about
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| The Sun Won’t Come Out
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| Yo, so check it out, with Pete Rock and CL Smooth
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| You gotta Act Like You Know
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| If It Ain’t Rough, It Ain’t Right kid
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| You know The Sun Won’t Come Out
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| Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
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| You can’t Reminisce to T.R.O.Y
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| If we don’t Straighten It Out
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| You know The Sun Won’t Come Out
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| I woo chicks off acoustics, watchin the Knicks
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| We up ten, we need to stop shootin bricks
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| Put the jailhouse funk in under stars
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| Til the lines on my looseleaf, look like some metal bars
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| My forecast hits a megablast, and what I invent
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| A pack of bloodhounds could never get the scent
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| Payin off the beast now my bills increase
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| If there’s a five dollar rock sold in the park I want a piece
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| The Sun Won’t Come Out, unless the crowd start this
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| Cause if it was my choice, you all dance in darkness
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| Cause any verse rips a total eclipse for sun rays
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| Anyways was the phrase back in my younger days (so check it out)
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| Now the God displays the attribute, dealin with heat
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| From the basement, enterin the streets you meet
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| Pete Rock and CL Smooth and when you see what it’s about
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| You know The Sun Came Out, now pass my shades
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| Yo, without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
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| Without Anger in the Nation
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| Yo, without Mecca and the Soul Brother
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| You know The Sun Won’t Come Out
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| Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
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| You gotta Act Like You Know
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| If It Ain’t Rough It Ain’t Right kid
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| You know The Sun Won’t Come Out
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| Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
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| We can’t Reminisce
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| Yo, if we don’t Straighten It Out
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| You know The Sun Won’t Come Out
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| Without Pete Rock and CL Smooth
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| Without Ghettoes of the Mind
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| If you know what I’m talking about
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| You know The Sun Won’t Come Out, so check it
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| One two, Pete Rock and CL Smooth for ninety-four
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| Breakin you off somethin proper
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| Check it, peace y’all |