| In your eardrum so furious
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| It ain’t a game, it ain’t a joke, it’s so serious
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| The best flow period, let’s go!
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| (Klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack)
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| Yo, the year of the Blacksmith
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| It ain’t defined by any calender
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| Just thought I’d remind all you challengers, uhh
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| (Klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack)
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| C’mon, Talib Kweli, Strong Arm Steady (Blacksmith)
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| Yeah, when I jump in the stu' with beautiful rap staff
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| You could bump in yo' hoopty, bump in yo' Cadillac
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| Blacksmith, S.A.S., real rap that
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| People just be seein the surface, they can’t get past that
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| Phil Da Ag' smoke in your stash, Mitchy like klack-klack
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| Krondon got crack rap, I got your back back
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| Homie swing you better +duck+ like Aflac
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| Lames just, stay in your lane, the flow is HazMat
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| Yeah, we back for the '07, say goodbye to this '06 shit
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| Yeah we here for the championship
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| And that’s exactly what we came to get
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| You know the name of this, organization that made you famous
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| It’s the Strong Arm, with the long arm to throw the bomb on
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| The drop of the dime; |
| we at the top of the line
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| Plus we on the incline, the rhymes be finer than wine
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| Design them in the mind, they shine like diamonds
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| Fresh out the coal mine, young soul, old mind
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| I’ma hold mine, Steady spittin cold lines
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| Sharpen it up, backwoods sparkin it up
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| These niggas act like, what I rap like in the clutch
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| I mastered the dutch, Dizzle tell 'em to duck
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| Hitman for hire, Blacksmith put it up
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| Courtesy of Kweli, you got a problem with me
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| Phil Da Agony, Strong Arm Steady!
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| We 'bout to open up, we 'bout to sew it up
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| We so focused bruh, go on and throw it up
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| The joint is broken up, we 'bout to roll it up
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| We 'bout to smoke it up, that’s why they wanna go with us
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| Who wanna go with us? |
| She wanna go with us
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| She wanna go with us, they wana go with us
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| So let’s gooo!
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| From L.A. to B.K., Brooklyn that is
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| On the black hand side, Strong Arm Steady
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| Blacksmith and we hear somethin
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| Next thing you know, we was on the road dime humpin
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| Earrings full of O’Shea’s
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| Big ass chain all in the way like Ghostface
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| Of course all the hoes wanna go
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| Baby like Mitchy, hella ghetto but he heavy peddles Lambo’s
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| And gettin snow cheap
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| Had a nigga out missin studio sessions, haulin from the police
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| But now I’m focused, and where my folks is
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| And when we together we mob like locusts
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| Crooks that hit licks that got crooks who work in big ass granny kitchens
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| That we use to cook chickens
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| And not the ones that’s finger lickin
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| The ones that’ll have a Cali nigga ticklin switches
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| My guns’ll make a Northern Cali run
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| How you think the little homie got kush zips for four hun'?
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| We 'bout to open up, we 'bout to sew it up
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| We so focused bruh, go on and throw it up
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| The joint is broken up, we 'bout to roll it up
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| We 'bout to smoke it up, that’s why they wanna go with us
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| Who wanna go with us? |
| She wanna go with us
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| She wanna go with us, they wana go with us
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| So let’s gooo!
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| Ay don’t think we changed our style
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| We just got more change for our style
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| Strong Arm Steady!
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| Chronic, country as cornbread, this L.A. life could be
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| Funky as George Clinton’s colorful dreads, prestigious
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| I’m bred from a different cloth
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| The walk and talk soft could cost your head
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| The difference you the minor we the major
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| No long life to be lived for the hater or the traitor
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| Eight out of nine of my niggas doin time for advancin
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| Handlin illegal finances
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| This the family reunion, mixed with the holy communion
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| You’ll never win, you’re too busy consumin
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| Kweli, let’s start up a union
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| Protect the real niggas from the fakes so we ain’t gotta do 'em
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| Yeah, this the church right across from the liquor sto'
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| Been on that hip-hop shit since Biz Mark' picked his nose
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| Under the mattress stack big as a fat chick
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| Steady is the gang and the label is Blacksmith, bitch!
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| We 'bout to open up, we 'bout to sew it up
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| We so focused bruh, go on and throw it up
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| The joint is broken up, we 'bout to roll it up
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| We 'bout to smoke it up, that’s why they wanna go with us
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| Who wanna go with us? |
| She wanna go with us
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| She wanna go with us, they wana go with us
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| So let’s gooo!
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| «Ohh!» |