| Check, one-two
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| DJ Premier, Rapsody, 9th Wonder
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| Here we, here we go
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| Uh, in the presence of kingship
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| Washed all my demons in the dark where the fiends trip
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| Looking at ravines dream, shallow as these is
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| If we ain’t talking about flying then we wingless
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| Landed there in the city where Diddy danced, I couldn’t chance
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| Not in advance like priest nuns had fatal accidents
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| On a higher plane, I feel estranged from normal shit
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| Tap me on my shoulder, I told her, you just too normal, bitch
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| I recollect in every word they regretting
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| Trying to conjure every presence, became a king from a peasant
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| But Nas to Jay had to slay the same in his presence
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| Your gift like intelligence, use it just like a weapon, shit
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| Cause fuck second, nigga, I’m out for uno
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| A minute in, I killed it, and fuck it, I still got two mo'
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| I’m like that new coat, you show off
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| In the wrong season when the coat off
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| Sweating me, I’m that new Hoss
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| Polo button, no fronting, I ride for something
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| Stunting in the quarters where niggas rap before daughters, Hova
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| It’s so over when rap Premier in the rap premiere
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| She got game, motherfucker, that’s flava in ya ear
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| Biggie sized, my mac on track, you niggas slapped
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| Couldn’t circle floor if you float inside of a culdesac
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| Yeah, that’s the end to your winning streak
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| Word to Preemo, I pray Chicago, put down the heat
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| Uh, Chicago, almost put down the Heat
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| But never made it to the Finals, that’s your same defeat
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| Uh, they call me R to the A-P
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| And that’s Preem on the beat, shouts to MC
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| There it is
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| There it is
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| Sometimes I feel like this rap shit is heaven-sent
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| About to lay it down for these motherfuckers
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| Yo, from King Arthur to King Carter, the queen bought her
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| Royalty, loyalty, never deserted like Botswana, middle trauma
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| Decipher how I was penning
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| I’m pinning you resenting everything like the kingsmen
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| The beat stall like I walk, I’m so used to winning
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| This time, I told niggas my rhymes is like the menace
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| Society sobriety, fuck it, just overdosing it
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| Wade in the flow and they follow me coast to coast with it
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| They like «shit, nigga, fuck you gone do next?»
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| Tripping cause I triple like triplets, the growth apex
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| A text told me «you solely could be the one»
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| I replied like «you cried at night in silence»
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| Never speak on it
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| Beast on it everytime I breathe on it
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| They mourning, yeah, I killed it
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| They dormant, still I’m building
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| Like convertibles, never forced to add a ceiling
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| Keep my mind open, I stay awoke and I’m never slippin'
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| I’m never Pippen, bull-headed when it come to rap
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| Only way I know to be in circle where the kings is at
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| They say the queens is back, young Black Elizabeth
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| Preem on the beat, nigga rap, I’m still killing it |