| Lets get down to business
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| I don’t got no time to play around what is this
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| Must be a circus in town
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| Let’s shut this shit down on these clowns, Ready
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| Tell em say we run the game, we not do this for the fame
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| Clowns be trippin but we not listen what them saying
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| This lion can’t tame better get this in your brain
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| The spirit of the legends is flowing into my veins, R-Mean
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| You still keeping them entertained
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| While you dropping the knowledge that paint a picture in the frame
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| Keeping it militant is the mission and the aim
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| Till you seated with the gods and they remember the name
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| Accurate
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m Fifty, when he spit «how to rob»
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| Cus I’m robbing motherfuckers of their spotlight, word is bond
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m Eminem when he turned to shady
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| And started calling out everyone that’s fucking Fugazi
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m Jay, sometimes I feel like I’m Diddy
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m Dre just tryna get to that billi
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m Game on a mission
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| And just drop 300 bars of dissin', now listen
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m Pac, not the «keep your head up» rapper
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| Nah I’m talking about the Pac that’ll spit in your fucking camera
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| Talking ‘bout the Pac that got ‘em killed on that cold night
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| That say what he feel even if it cost him his own life
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| Sometimes I’m like Biggie, sometimes I’m like Shyne
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| Sometimes I feel like Canibus in his prime
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| Animal when he rhyme
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| And he know that you blind
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| Man controlling the mind
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| Man sometimes I feel like flowing like Com
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| Sometimes I’m flowing like Mos
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| Sometimes I’m like Kweli
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| Or KRS, Rakim, I’m teaching you who the gods be
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| I’m talking ‘bout Wu-Tang
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| Talking bout Mobb Deep
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| Man what the fuck you talking about I’m talking about Nas B
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| Let’s get down to business
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| I don’t got no time to play around what is this
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| Must be a circus in town
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| Let’s shut this shit down on these clowns
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| Tell em say we run the game, we not do this for the fame
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| Clowns be trippin but we not listen what them saying
|
| This lion can’t tame better get this in your brain
|
| The spirit of the legends is flowing into my veins, R-Mean
|
| You still keeping them entertained
|
| While you dropping the knowledge that paint a picture in the frame
|
| Keeping it militant is the mission and the aim
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| Till you seated with the gods and they remember the name
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| Accurate
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m Cole, no jewelry and no gold
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| Just spit my heart and my soul, and let the stories unfold
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m Meek, do this shit for my people
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m Nipsey, man I still follow his lead bro
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| Sometimes I’m like Kendrick, they turned music to metrics
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| And data analytics all we do is sit and accept it
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| Do anything for attention— tryna sell a dream
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| Poppin' pussy she drop it low as her self esteem, I mean…
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| It ain’t no question, I’m sicker than a lot of you is
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| I should be resting and drinking a lot of fluids
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| Soon as we stepped in my apostles and I refused cus
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| Ain’t no Christ left in this game just a lot of Judas
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| Let’s get down to business
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| I don’t got no time to play around what is this
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| Must be a circus in town
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| Let’s shut this shit down on these clowns
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| You all on my hitlist
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| Uh oh
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| Circus in town Method bringing them ruckus
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| It’s me versus these clowns straight up Ringling Brothers
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| My team holding it down straight up bringing them butters
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| When I rain blowing them clouds better bring them umbrellas
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| Brand new Margielas my shoes is french and vanilla
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| She tryna trick a fella I pick up my pen and tell her
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| Nobody do it better like DOC with them letters
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| Reverse though, you better be COD with my cheddar
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| Each verse go harder than anything that you work for
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| Build it from the ground up I just call it my first flow
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| Time to turn that frown up I get from out the dirt, ho
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| Wrote the rhyme in cursive but did it without a curse though
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| Wah Gwaan
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| I send you water, no Chandon
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| Mon trouble no want
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| Sister Nancy no bam bam, buh
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| Everytime that I let the rhyme go
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| You can dearly depart if you ain’t part of the convo
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| Let’s get down to business
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| I ain’t got time to play around what is this
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| Looks like the circus in town
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| Let’s shut this thing down on these clowns
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| You all on my hitlist
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| Tell em say we run the game, we not do this for the fame
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| Clowns be trippin but we not listen what them saying, yah yah
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| Fire we burn and burn
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| Tell em say we run the game, we not do this for the fame
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| Clowns be trippin but we not listen what them saying, yah yah
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| Bom boclaat |