| I used to rhyme complex flows rapidly fire
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| Then they told me simplify it so the people would buy it
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| I thought about all the kids I admired
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| The Rakims, big daddy kanes, why they ain’t remain in the game
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| They shouldn’t have never changed
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| They should have kept it the same
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| They let the music industry play tricks on they brain, dang
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| If I remember correct
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| When Ra rock with jody watley he lost some respect
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| In the beginning its like they was telling us how to do shit
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| Then they start thinking about trying to sell a unit
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| Industry rule number four thousand and eighty
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| Record company people are lazy
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| They try to say the way the king gon last
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| Is if I come out with a ringtone smash
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| Tell’em kiss my ass
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| I got nothing but hit records in the stash
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| The game I don’t respect it, it’s trash give it a epitaph
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| (Saigon)
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| I’m every lyricist bitterness
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| I’m the shit he wanna say but won’t cuz
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| he don’t realize how real his own niggas is
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| Is they live or bitter men
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| Genuine or just frivolous
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| See numbers pass the book of Leviticus
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| And get this it’ll take you a thousand christmas'
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| Just to begin to dismiss the men
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| Crackers is crazy on top of that they hypocrites
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| I sell you my life in snippets
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| Don’t flip it or get it twisted
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| I married the chronic but my mistress is biscuits
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| You rappers cannot compute math like mine
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| Yo ass will sit and write rhymes for nine and a half lifetimes
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| I’m genetically better than you
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| Like ebony versus the man with leprosy
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| Get dressed for a date with your destiny
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| Ya’ll grab the mics then try and rip it
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| With the supply some scientific
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| Ya’ll should quit not because I insisted
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| Niggas tired of fiction
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| Nigga fuck how many cars you got tell us about your sister Mya’s addiction
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| We might listen |