| Tip is very smooth
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| Phife is very hype!
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| Gettin' money
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| The money is the main incentive
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| Forever I’ll remain inventive
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| They cut me out the womb
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| I hit the pavement and jetted straight out the fuckin' room
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| You must be sipping unleaded or sniffin' on the fumes
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| I grind the block till it’s shredded, wrapped in a mummy’s tomb
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| Top of the schnitzel is breaded
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| I’m a big boy, don’t give me no snacks
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| Animal head on the table, no plate, fresh off the axe
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| Blood dribblin' and drippin', my medicine is kryptonite for Clark Kent
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| That’s why I’m still scribblin' and scripting
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| Missle work off the same mound of dirt you’re pitchin'
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| Cut from a different type of thread when I’m stitchin'
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| Off the cable, human roach, I’m a bum, hold up the table
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| Money talks like spaghetti sauce with the basil
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| Finagle flavor like chives on a potato
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| See me swerving in that black Suburban in Laredo
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| (Tip is very smooth)
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| Ev is going off again
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| Still I’m so personal in third person offerings
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| Look Ma, verse is what I caught again
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| Said it to the mic and «poof!» |
| appeared an audience
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| (Phife is very hype!)
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| God damn, how did I get here?
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| How do I mesh with the legends from the best years
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| I mean those are real steps I gotta replay
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| I mean those are real vets without a VA
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| The southern C-A, the land of all deception
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| The plan is get a cannon and shoot to show who reps it
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| Flow connected, it wasn’t me but was arrested
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| Tryin' to catch a breath, deadly as asbestos
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| Sick as fuck, spit that shit that went on record
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| They couldn’t test it, as soon as they assessed it
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| The ink hit the page and then came the diagnosis
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| Then came the reign, then the violence and the roses
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| I shoot with the silence on a toaster
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| I swear to drunk I’m not God but getting closer
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| If the odds ain’t our favor they’re approaching
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| Then we even out then leaving out the ocean
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| To hit the world and rep my C-A shit
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| Understand I did that shit before I seen a chip
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| This the Tribe Called Quest that didn’t split
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| Banging the drums and stealing your kick
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| My brother Step |