| Comes back around again
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| L. Boogie, is you with me?
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| What goes around comes back around again
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| Iceberg, is you with me?
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| What goes around comes back around again
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| Nasty Nas, is you with me?
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| At this very moment
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| You 'bout to witness another golden era of recordin'
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| Let’s shine a light on this real shit, real shit
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| The Lord won’t put too much on you than you can deal with
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| I learned early, why deal drugs when I can deal wit?
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| Plus I’m down to kill plus switch kills
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| Kill a friend of yours quick like flippin' the kill switch
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| Me being the illest, it was written, my lyrics are Illmatic though
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| Before the skateboarders controlled the genre your favorite rapper was still
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| radical
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| We came from standstill to Chitlin' circuits to fanbuilt arenas
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| So flashin' rifles on your Instagram and throwin' bitches off the roof only
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| work if you Dan Bilzerian
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| So me on this landscape is like using an ant hill for skiing
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| I’m like a young MarShon trapped in his dark prime
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| Roamin' the premises with a shopping cart blind
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| With carte blanches to chart climb
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| These rappers are soft, they take L’s, embarrassing
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| Doing light-skin nigga shit so they pale in comparison
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| At this very moment
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| You 'bout to witness another golden era of recordin'
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| Lyrics is social commentary, money for your commissary
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| It’s the golden era of recordin'
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| Where it’s cool to battle your demons
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| It’s cool to battle no matter who you are
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| The golden era of recordin'
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| It’s music out here for everybody no matter who you is
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| We live in the golden era of recordin'
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| Let’s shine a light on this real shit, real quick
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| I’m a true karma chameleon, I’ve been through the illest, the ill shit
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| I believe he who escapes the environment unscathed should have nothing to say
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| Therefore he shouldn’t make it if he never got punched in the face
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| Let’s take it back to the basics
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| That’ll save him from getting punched in the face after he makes it
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| I’m from the Motor City, it was intended for me to work in factory places
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| I chose to drink liters of Hennessy with Daiquiri chasers
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| If everybody around you is the kind that’ll take a mile if you give 'em an inch
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| The time it’ll take for you to fall out with all of them niggas,
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| that could mean acres
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| Plus the time it’ll take for you to realize that rappers could be fakers
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| You wouldn’t be disputin' the the bullshit Twitter revolution
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| Hope you can breathe way better in your «he can’t breathe"shirts
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| Mention me or mine in your rhyme, it’s gon' look like you around Mayweather in
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| a «he can’t read shirt»
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| Cause I’m more the riotin' type, nigga
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| At this very moment
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| You 'bout to witness another golden era of recordin'
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| Lyrics is social commentary, money for your commissary
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| It’s the golden era of recordin'
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| Where it’s cool to battle your demons
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| It’s cool to battle no matter who you are
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| The golden era of recordin'
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| It’s music out here for everybody no matter who you is
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| We live in the golden era of recordin'
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| And I’m something like a big deal
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| Need six mil for the deal, check the witty appeal
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| Throw up New Yuck, Yuck City feel with feel
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| I’m too real and too gritty I feel
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| Ready to kill, ready to die
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| R.I.P to Biggie, rep BK, Bedstuy
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| Bring your honey to this beehive
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| We buzzin', cousin, fuck a introduction, we live
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| My youngins want it, gunnin' for them hundreds
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| My niggas is headhuntin' and it’s duck season for your somechin
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| She took her top off, I started dumpin', she was ruthless
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| She licked the cocka for poppa like she was toothless
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| You got a different persona from what the truth is
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| Sucker nigga stuck on stupid, it’s nothing new
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| All these hoes suckin' dick and they get so comfortable up under you
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| Fake players, and fake gangsters
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| Sellin' dreams, make-believe schemes, it’s San Andreas
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| I take your bitch and slay her
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| But I don’t really like to boast, I know I’m just that dope
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| I’ll take a toast, big Ls’s is getting smoked, yo
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| To the illest coasters livin', the ghost in the motherfuckin' belly of the coast
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| At this very moment
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| You 'bout to witness another golden era of recordin'
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| Lyrics is social commentary, money for your commissary
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| It’s the golden era of recordin'
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| Where it’s cool to battle your demons
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| It’s cool to battle no matter who you are
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| The golden era of recordin'
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| It’s music out here for everybody no matter who you is
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| We live in the golden era of recordin'
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| (Golden era) |