| Introducing, the star of the show
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| Bring it on if you think you can hang
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| Represent one time time time
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| May I have your attention, please, what you are about to hear
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| Is undoubtedly the most incredible MC of the year
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| No, no, no, no no wait no please no wait no listen, um
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| All that I wish to do is to display
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| A brand new rendition of style that I have
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| It’ll only take a moment of your time, four minutes
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| Then it will be beneficial when it is replenished
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| But then again, you might never return to the shit
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| You’re hearing on the radio, get burned
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| I have a dream, one day we will get to the promised land
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| Then the president will be me
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| The government will be Shabaam, Mos and Kweli that’s it
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| All whackness is now banned
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| Obtain access through rector scans
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| Voice verification enhancement, the man who moves his hand
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| And will motion light detect you
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| For genetic confirmation, DNA verification
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| Access pharoahe, codename 13
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| Residence south side, queens, armed and dangerous
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| Smack the nigga in the mouth stabbed his mother in the eyeball
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| I brawl like Mike Tys, in his prime
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| My advice you think twice before you grime
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| 'Cause I’ll wink once
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| (One time)
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| Your bitch is mine
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| 'Cause she’s feeling the flow best believe I’m drilling the hole
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| Heads high kill em wit the low
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| Revealing, chillin', filling up position to be killing the show
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| Stoppin' 'em on top feeling plus I’m grilling the dough
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| For a couple of million or so I’ll be willing to blow
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| Pharoahe look up in the air and a million niggaz
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| Are feeling 'em on the low
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| Every syllable of mine is an umbilical cord through time
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| For the sick typical niggaz who choose to pick pitiful rhymes
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| Spit, shit it’s more dimes to get
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| More higher levels of spirituality to reach and I’m trying to win
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| Refuse to lose, refuse to lose
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| Refuse to lose, refuse to lose |