| Blast on the beat with my fitted and my hoodie on
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| This is soul food for your soul—ask Goodie Mob
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| A true MC, you can bet a million
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| I get it in on a track to put me and my city on
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| Spectacular wordplay
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| I place words in uppercase form and break laws
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| Break jaws, break arms, break y’all
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| Like you was hip hop fan thrown on the stage by Akon
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| This is NYC, stay as fresh you can be
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| Like a new pair of dunks off NIKEiD
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| Like my steez, like Ali
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| Float like butterfly, sting like bees
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| Got the little guns try to be like me
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| Music’s in my heart
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| And pumps through the veins that’s right beneath my sleeves
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| Murder a track for 300 like Chi-Ali
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| I stay diggin' in the crates like D.I.T.C
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| I got my head to the back, I black on a track
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| Got the game in a trap and you can’t have it back
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| I’m a hip hop head, hip hop head
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| Hip hop head, hip hop ain’t dead
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| Give me a beat and some time, I put it all on the line
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| I told you the last album that I just wanna rhyme
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| I’m a hip hop head, hip hop head
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| Hip hop head, hip hop ain’t dead
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| This shit make me feel like I came out the rain forest |
| From feeling drained with my brain in orbit
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| Bouncing back to explain the important
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| Parts of the art of flow and beats, for those that be
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| Counting it out, doubting the mountain. |
| It’s amounts
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| Of influence we have when we do it
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| This music, whether you think it is or not
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| It’s a different kind of shit we brought
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| Gifted stop—the kind to get through mental shock
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| When your homeboard is in a war zone
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| Not the gated community, the cruelty
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| That’ll make you wanna kick reality fluidly
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| Make you wanna create graceful dances
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| Amazing advancements with technology
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| DJ’s receiving accolades from all who see
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| Still it remains raw—it's all from the street
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| I got my head to the back, I black on a track
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| Got the game in a trap and you can’t have it back
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| I’m a hip hop head, hip hop head
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| Hip hop head, hip hop ain’t dead
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| Give me a beat and some time, I put it all on the line
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| I told you the last album that I just wanna rhyme
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| I’m a hip hop head, hip hop head
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| Hip hop head, hip hop ain’t dead |