| It’s the eternalist, y’all burn to this, blaze da dro'
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| Soul rebels trap up, we got a long way to go Before this here blow like a volcano
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| we get eternal, this is what you waitin’for,
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| you try to front and play the role
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| When you more like a pimp who pay the ho With my name up in your mouth like fellatio
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| I lace the flow on purpose even up the ratio
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| Of Hip-Hop to that shit they drop on the radio
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| Underground classics is what they used to say before
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| Now we break the surface quiet like an alligator nose
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| They hate it, cuz they know if they don’t get it, then they may be slow
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| We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
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| The stakes is three feet high and risin’like De La Soul
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| So I got Wonder Why, my man Dave and Maseo
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| We all got babies so we embrace the taste of dough
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| But y’all already know so I ain’t gotta say no mo'
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| (Chorus, Maseo)
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| De La is whatcha need, Reflection is whatcha need
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| We got the masters of the ceremonies,
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| blessin’emcees lip professin’emcees
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| From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati, Hi-Tek and Kweli got this on lock D Let me hear you scream out loud if you’re somebody
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| Party to party, body to body,
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| when we come into the jam we do it wildstyle
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| (Posdnous)
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| Yo! |
| I’m homegrown for the bain, once I rock the mic plain
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| It’s the extravaganza we glad you came,
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| made only for them heads, it’s infra-red Aim
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| For such a world figure, we got figures to gain
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| (don't sleep on a nigga)
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| I ain’t Icabod Crane get that ass cooked hard cuz we raw like Kane
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| Been known to mic spit, infinite per frame
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| While these girls throw me plenty like jenny to jane
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| Ain’t some old school G poppin’memory lane, been on it future robotic
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| Since the day I came
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| If you don’t know Plug Wonder Why is my name
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| Most recognized leo with my size in mane,
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| matter a fact track is simple and Plain,
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| Cuz the complexities I freeze is too deep to detain,
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| Reflect, Kwa-Tone Tek eternally in the game (and De La) oh fo’sho'
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| We be shinin’the same
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| (Dave)
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| Y’all think these challengers is here to make a man fold
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| Shoot I’ve been holdin’these joints since I was yea old
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| Came to confirm the fact that I’ve been on the payroll
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| Stay cold til one day make it hot and fade old
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| Continue til I’m dyin, rottin’out gray and old
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| I told them fool before they pass they have to pay toll
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| While I’ve been sittin’at the table eatin’steak whole, side of greens
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| Baby yams you know it stay soul, pre-natal,
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| But they want to come spit your way so,
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| so was I supposed to go and say no,
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| Right emcees some walking straight, some take the gay stroll
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| I get my man to clamp they asses like they staples
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| I’m from LI we take it far as out as naples
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| And scrape hoes who’ll be willing to take clothes off (off)
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| See once you bet it all against reflects eternal,
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| you lose every rapper on a dept
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| Y’all need to pay ya dues |