| Huh.
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| I got some time to explain the true grading of a rhymewriter
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| So take the stance of a gunfighter
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| Others inject intellect for selfrespect
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| Or simply kickin’verses for a tight paycheck
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| But they neglect is creative aspects in control
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| The sounds and words originate up in the soul
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| My thoughts cross wack emcees and wickedness
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| They seem to go hand in hand in the mess
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| That’s formed the dawn of the fake emcee
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| It’s really funny to me how brothers front like they deadly, see
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| Jah be’s with me so Ras G is no fool
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| Respectin’the original school that wrote the rules
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| I’m layin’all these real ass facts upon the wax
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| Mass communication minus fakin’the jax
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| So relax all the gods will make you crumble and fall
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| Keepin’you on the run as we start from Square One
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| The InI’s in the house you don’t stop
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| Rap motherfuckers on the rise you don’t stop
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| Square one
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| I have to get what I want, cause now it’s no time to front
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| It’s InI on the hunt just to smoke up the funk
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| With no fear in this industry we in here
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| So surprised I appear I play the back or the rear
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| I pushed and shoved to get in, and I’ve seen every sin
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| And it’s been a long time considerin'
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| But no bitter man, african, rastafarian, non-american
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| Checkin’every man (yeah)
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| In my zone because the eye is all alone in this universe
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| I see the worst now I’m comin’in first
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| A brother’s thirst got him eager to merc
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| In full effect cause I’m stayin’alert
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| Bless the hurt at each and every concert
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| Taught well to be the very next expert
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| Never the spare one, I’m steppin’up to shoot a fair one
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| Settin’it off from Square One
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| In '95 nuff kids can catch the vapors
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| Rob O spends his time puttin’words to paper
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| Still so I maintains a fly flow
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| But everytime I plant a seed they won’t let it grow
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| Guess it’s the fact that I seen through ya team of major fake outs
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| Your feeble attempts of gettin’caked out
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| But in the face of temptation, sex, guns and paperchasin'
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| Playin’yaself and say ya neithans
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| Is it the recognition, quick cash or chart positions
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| Or big figures that have you shittin’on niggaz
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| It must be, thinkin’like the whole rap industry son
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| Yeah no doubt you bugged out
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| It’s not as stable or firm as you thought
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| In the scrimmage and the tables is turned, this shit is finished
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| Yo Grap Luva (no question) cause this is how it should be done
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| We takin’it back to Square One |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Square One , by - Pete Rock. Song from the album Center of Attention, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп