| As we continue on, from the top yea, off top uh
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| Blacksmith, P.O.C. |
| yea
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| Pussycats, kittens, Black Panthers, cougars and
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| Tiger moms, from the top uh
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| Yea, yea, hold it now
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| I gotta buzz like I’m Georgia Tech
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| They still cheering like I’m all that’s left
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| The air is toxic when you draw your breath
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| Resurrect the music I’m snatching it from the claws of death
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| The vital signs are improving I make em lay down
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| An idle mind is usually described as the devil’s playground
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| My rep established I’m rapping just for the sport of it
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| Been nice for a career you just barely grasping the thought of it
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| Indebted to the hood like a Rush card
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| Supported like push up bras and lumbar
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| Except I’m never sitting I’m ever living like Mumm-
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| Ra I’m the sun god
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| Smart as a whip, but forever ripping it dumb hard
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| I see you fronting with them dollar store shades on
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| Faker than abs that’s sprayed, artificial as rayon
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| My rhyming satisfying your Quest For Fire like Rae Dawn
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| Chong, when I’m forming like Voltron
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| I’m young Raekwon
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| Mixed with a bit of KRS-ONE and Q-tip
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| Rakim, some of that Ice Cube, now who’s this?
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| No one as gifted as this, so magnificent
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| Classically consistent, I’m nasty as black licorice
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| The coldest but I get the room hotter than bikram yoga
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| Seen the show you know I make the people move like an eviction notice
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| I’m focused I’m like Moses when the mic is on
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| That’s why these rappers scatter like roaches when the light is on
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| Hold it now
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| I, I, I hold it down
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| I’m staying where I’m at you better go around
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| You know the voice and you know the sound
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| I rip the microphone and then I throw it down |