| What we have here
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| Is the alpha and the omega
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| I spit it, bare witness to the greatest
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| And the latest, they try to hate us
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| Witness the evolution of spitting, it’s wicked and it’s decadent
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| Revolutions per minutes, every time the record spin
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| Retribution for cynics, like a stick-up kid with weapons
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| In Brooklyn, they say I run it, the 'Natti is checking in
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| No matter the terminology, blood splatter artistically
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| It’s looking like a Jackson Pollock painting, it’s a mystery
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| Really should be brothers united against the industry
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| The African diaspora scatter with shattered history
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| The game missing me, rap is so repetitive
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| Although I ain’t your blood or your cuz, it’s all relative
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| I got a gang of rhymes, and Tones' beats is banging
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| We moving through the streets like we’re slanging dimes
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| It’s magical, how the track’s so classical
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| The cats who got gassed up in their sweats like Plaxico
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| I’m back from my sabbatical, voice of the future, black radical
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| Keeping all the damages collateral
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| Listening to instrumentals
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| Thinking about all the things I’ve been through
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| The music is just a peek into my life, it’s a window
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| It’s so high tech and it’s all so simple
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| And if I’m knocked down, I don’t stay down
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| Even if I get down, I don’t lay down
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| Hotter than the tar on this empty playground
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| Hotter than the tar on this empty playground
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| Hey yo, I’m taking all bets and settling all debts
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| A giant leap for man begins with a small step
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| From a sword to a set, to my people on the picket line
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| Who’s sicking of getting treated like them aliens in District 9
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| I juxtapose my business model with my spirit
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| What I’m just supposed to keep you comfortable with the lyrics?
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| I know the flow’s disturbing, I know for certain just because
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| You know all about the artist don’t mean you know the person
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| You don’t know me, I run labels
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| These unstable rappers so phony
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| I try to listen but they’re boring as missionary position
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| So I’m shitting on these niggas like dysentery conditions
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| I’m sitting on the throne, you dreaming that it’s empty soon
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| Nobody feeling you, you’re screaming in an empty room
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| The tree that fall in the forest, nobody hearing you
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| Even though you fall the hardest, don’t get me started
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| Listening to instrumentals
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| Thinking about all the things I’ve been through
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| The music is just a peek into my life, it’s a window
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| It’s so high tech and it’s all so simple
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| And if I’m knocked down, I don’t stay down
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| Even if I get down, I don’t lay down
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| Hotter than the tar on this empty playground
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| Hotter than the tar on this empty playground
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| Yo, I build up my defenses when I’m left to my devices
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| Time gets suspended, more than DMX’s driver’s license
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| My music’s steady, not affected by the higher prices
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| People having sex in the streets like Dionysus
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| You know what my advice is? |
| Fuck my advice, live your life
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| Stop tripping like everything amount to crisis
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| I make the sacrifices, my history is black as ice is
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| I don’t think that I can trust you if you’re lacking vices
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| I never miss a beat, the liquor make me slurred, it takes my words
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| Tries to twist them like a Swisher Sweet with sticky herbs
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| American History X, your teeth’ll hit the curb
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| It’s easy 'cause I’m ill with the wordplay, I still flip the bird
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| Like Jeezy, strip it down, now it’s exposed
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| I suppose my flow is the emperor’s new clothes
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| Although I’m always by myself, I never ride alone
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| The music is on then I’m right at home, zoning
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| Listening to instrumentals
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| Thinking about all the things I’ve been through
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| The music is just a peek into my life, it’s a window
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| It’s so high tech and it’s all so simple
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| And if I’m knocked down, I don’t stay down
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| Even if I get down, I don’t lay down
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| Hotter than the tar on this empty playground
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| Hotter than the tar on this empty playground
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| Yeah, it’s pavement
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| Don’t be scared to think, man, don’t be scared
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| I know whats in your brain
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| It’s scary, man, you only usin' like ten percent
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| The other ninety percent is scary, man
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| But don’t be scared, scary ass niggas |