| Uh, check it
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| InI in the house, y’all
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| Soul brother number one
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| The life I live
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| Rob-O, Ras, Grap Luva, and Marco Polo
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| Yeah, hit 'em off the verse, one time
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| (Rob-O)
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| Yo, my display of attributes in a tight situation
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| Is like squeezing grapes for the drunken sensation
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| (But these grapes got the taste of wrath)
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| On behalf of my staff I blaze a trail and set a path of forward motion
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| Cause a commotion and diminish competition
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| School the shorties cause the «I» be on a mission, steady dismissing
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| Nonsense and weak foes who kick fuckery flows and stay afloat in the water
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| I simply oughta seize your whole manslaughter attitude
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| Cause niggas like you ain’t really rude
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| I’m never pulling punches, delivery is revelation
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| Hear the I out, find out what you’re facing
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| Never displacing is the way brothers be living
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| But what’s the true elements of what I’m giving?
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| Delivering the full coverage of how I’m living in the years of the nine
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| My style and my life is defined
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| Damn right I like the life I live
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| The very first African man born into a system that’s torn into pieces
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| Not running through the feces but every day I feel that the love keeps
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| decreasing
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| So I bring the love vibe to make it all coincide
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| I love His Imperial Majesty and it’s a tragedy
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| I’ve seen your whole strategy is weaker
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| Your style’s been blown like the speaker
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| While I’m an old school new school rhyme fool with no tool
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| Packing the mic and keeping my cool like the water in the pool, quite refreshing
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| Won’t settle for less in this rap game, I’m far from lame
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| While others fiend for fame I remain the same
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| Staying laced for the future that’s faced my lord
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| We’re InI, all together on one accord
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| Yo, the clique that manifests with much rapport
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| With much love to give within the life I live
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| Birth time, see my first rhyme in 2−0-7
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| 1−9-7−1, September 11th
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| To the twelfth is when he blessed my peoples with wealth
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| First born son arrived chilling in good health
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| Couldn’t imagine the praise when I came out the poon-poon
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| My mama’s womb was a nigga’s only room
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| Now I got the whole world to express myself
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| Stretch myself, relax and plus rest myself
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| With impossible props to pull
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| Check it, steadily avoid all the obstacles
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| And negativity, y’all faggots stressin' me
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| Take advantage to get the best of me
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| Sweating in hopes of getting next to me
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| It won’t happen, see I came to rock the spots
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| Serving the facts I got, on these urban black blocks of America
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| From four square miles New York is scarier
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| With strength dominates the inferior
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| And I’m out
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| (Until fade out) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Life I Live , by - Pete Rock. Song from the album Center of Attention, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп