| Yo, there ain’t no magic here
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| Rhymes hang above your head like a chandelier
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| Usually serve them cold like a can of beer
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| First to go bald, then they ran in fear
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| I ain’t gassed up, but just for safety, don’t hold no candles near
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| I wear a chain made of snake carcass
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| Decorate my crown with chunks and pieces of the faint-hearted
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| I line these words and let them march at you like Braveheart did
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| Rappers throw on war paint, but all I see is painted targets
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| Straight liquor, no vino, didn’t want to fuck with this
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| But as the French say, «Man, that’s just libido»
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| Warm free flow, better than your whole career
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| Murdered it, but this be manslaughter, so they give us years
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| Actin' like queens, the heads on the currency gone
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| Ain’t fucking with my currently, funny, but don’t worry me none
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| Skill of the tongue, keep it tight like the skin of a drum
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| In years to come, they’ll tell our story like Atilla the Hun
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| The kings of our throne, the sum of our talents
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| It’s audible gold, the crown has been handed and put on the robe
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| Plot of the banquet, it should’ve been told
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| We’re more than established
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| Eliminating sell-out rappers and their whackness
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| Left up on the shelves, embarrassing themselves
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| I’d rather play with Biggie, Big Pun, or Big L
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| We position with your mission, what the mission entails
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| Still driven by your inner vision, miracles prevail
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| Through the mysticism in the lyricism itself
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| Plus we flip sales like with digital scales
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| So put your L’s up if you know your health is your wealth
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| To feel compelling evidence that we ain’t settling for nothing else
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| The lead rollin' his film, we developed it well
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| One hundred percent through my stance as well
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| Somersault through Hell to compose the spell
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| That got you all in chanting, 'cause it’s so surreal
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| (We be the kings of our throne)
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| (Benny, I’m not that clever)
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| (What I’m tryna say is I’m one hundred percent)
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| (We be the kings of our throne)
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| (Benny, I’m not that clever)
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| (What I’m tryna say is I’m one hundred percent)
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| Yo, yo, I had them like, «Yeah, what he said»
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| Tryna hit the reset, behind two or three steps
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| In the block, see the higher ground, tryna reach it
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| Climb a ladder out the deep end to see sense
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| Strengthen up your defense, revelations takes time to sink in
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| Dedication takes time to imprint to your instinct
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| Tryna maintain the discipline
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| Holdin' my position, now I’m listenin' again
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| One hundred percent, not a bit less
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| Heavy weight on the king’s head, that’s payback with interest
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| Invest in what’s really workin'
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| And what’s worth it for you? |
| Now there’s no time for feelin' nervous
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| Walk across light beams like an acrobat
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| Landed back in the habitat, he’s about the life
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| Since they were crowning like kings on their born day
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| Preem got the best canvas, we lay the portrait
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| Wanna reach the level? |
| Pay the right costs
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| I’m the Jackson 5, you never see me leave this mic off
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| Infamous on the tracks like the great train robbery
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| You talk about facts and they sounding like comedy
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| Hung up for my calling like a tele-sales company
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| For this conversion, I need to change like currency
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| Made my own destiny, they can’t stand us
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| They’re gettin' thumbs down, like slippin' out of handcuffs
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| You the type to lost it all, tryna double up
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| People follow cash like police do with money talk
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| Organized like the cartel, stay afloat and set sail
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| Beats by the hour, just like an old church bell
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| Stand where the rest fell
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| You should have hung on like a coat rail
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| Now a sure mon like a beached whale
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| It’d be half of you to match this
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| Want to believe? |
| Just spell my last name backwards
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| Tell 'em Preem, tell 'em Preem
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| (We be the kings of our throne)
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| (Benny, I’m not that clever)
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| (What I’m tryna say is I’m one hundred percent)
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| (We be the kings of our throne)
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| (Benny, I’m not that clever)
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| (What I’m tryna say is I’m one hundred percent) |