| The beautiful decay
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| We call this the beautiful decay
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| We call this the beautiful decay
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| We call this the beautiful decay
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| Majority rules, all of that is just a part of the rules
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| And a majority of us is just a part of the cool
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| I’m a part of how’s it cut like I’m a part of the tool
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| And I’m the part that’s in the front like «pardon me dude»
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| The authentic, the scriber for every one who subscribes
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| To dollar shots of Henny with chicken wings and fries
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| For $ 3.75 and what it took to get that
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| Pen to the pad, I paint it but don’t drip that
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| Huh, OD with the pen on the low key
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| And I become the back drop, when you trippin in OT
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| The theme music for peddlers, call me what you want
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| But I leave room for measurers, I’m on it from the jump
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| And them? |
| They clown scopin, hopin the clouds open
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| I pen both sides, the poetry’s now motion
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| Pray to God that the car ain’t halted
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| Beautiful decay is what we call it
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| — w/ ad libs
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| The beautiful decay
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| So beautiful, so gorgeous but so opposite of all this
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| The beautiful decay
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| So beautiful but so lawless and so left of what you call it
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| The beautiful decay
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| So beautiful, so gorgeous but so opposite of all this
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| The beautiful decay
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| So beautiful but so lawless and so left of what you call it
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| The beautiful decay
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| To my man Stack Bundles, God bless your life
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| To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
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| I be Southside pushin it, Southside I’m good with it
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| B-K my home and Southside my cushionin
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| Live from the bottom, made it out alive. |
| I survive from the bottom
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| But when pushin a ride, I don’t slide on the bottom
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| Any part of the lane that’s been part of the game
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| Is in the heart of my name
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| My growth is Now and Later and quarter water infused
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| Now take a look at what quarter waters could do
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| Tell 'em the best laws get X’d off, it’s panoram
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| When next door is stretch raw and hand to hands
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| In junior high, I rocked pennies, rolled dice
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| And threw on the «Purple Tape» before I would go and write
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| Bapitized in it, clear as day
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| And that side of me came from the staircase
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| — w/ ad libs
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| Freeze framin it, see how they keep playin it
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| It’s picture perfect, you could go either way with it
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| So when they start runnin with somethin that’s all casted
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| I brush off the front of my Jordans and walk past 'em
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| Please don’t believe in everything that you listen to
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| Everything you listen to is everything they didn’t do
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| Everything they didn’t do is everything they want to say
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| Everything they want to say is everything you want to play (woo)
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| But for the beautiful, I could find the decay in it
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| I take the newest light bill and the pen to the basement and
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| Use the back of that light bill to write what I’m sayin and
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| Hope that it keep your lights on when you playin it
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| — w/ ad libs
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| Yeah, the beautiful decay
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| B-K got the beautiful decay
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| Q-U got the beautiful decay
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| Money Makin got the beautiful decay
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| The Boogie Down got the beautiful decay
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| Staten Isle got the beautiful decay
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| Strong Isle got the beautiful decay
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| And Mount Vernon got the beautiful decay |