| Yeah, U.N.I.Verse
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| at war
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| U.N.I.Verse (when you and I verse)
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| at war motherfucker
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| We gonna do this Chi-town style (verse at war)
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| Illadelph, you know how we get down
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| You know the business (Illtown illanoid)
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| Bringin it straight to your chest (comin thru with the iller category)
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| Yessah, hah, yeah (preacher man with the Com)
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| Break it down one two (we about to drop a bomb, check it)
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| When you and I verse at war (U.N.I.Verse at War)
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| And your verse at core, for what you thought before
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| Steppin up into a zone you should never explore
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| The next level or, level of the whole conceptor
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| Check it, rappers
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| Get on the mic talk about cars and clothes
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| Sounding like hoes
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| Ain’t been exposed to the foes of most disciples
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| I’m from the state that is Ill, the rap son of man
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| Rotated down to Phil, to say what I feel
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| Get it off my burnt chest, my word becomes flesh
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| War, going on between the West and the East
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| of the land, niggaz don’t own a piece
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| Grease is the word, Murray slides some pimp oil to me
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| My lady friend sneaks my beer in the movie
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| Throw your hands in the air, if you the true and living
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| Beware, the new world order, the devil’s new religion
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| Sent my homey to the number two division
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| Sellin bootleg movies, got my VCR on a evasive maneuver
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| Be that as I chooses, drinkin tropical it’s just sittin
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| at a table with sophisticated bitches
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| Nah that ain’t nothin I would call my mother
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| Nor do I call every nigga my brother
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| Gotta have Black Thought, it’s sorta B like Malik
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| So don’t Question a Brother, to the Roots I get deep
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| Yo, enter the last era
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| Your scholarship into the world of politics
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| and mascara, we operate within this artificial op-era
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| I bring hip-hop terror like the Fuhrer
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| The Ace Ventura into the horror
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| Laboratory laborer, venture beyond the border
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| I’ll struc-ture a style destroy your whole aura
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| Plus you’re a-drenalin'll rise before your eyes
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| and mortalize, my image hit the skies
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| Deceive the devil in disguise
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| My music I parenthesize
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| Represent the wise, do this be how we enterprise
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| Kid no compromise (yeah, yeah) I’m thinkin fast like drama
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| Dyin I wear your mind away like Alzheimer
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| I pull a mic up out my bomber big up to Bahama
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| The A-O this year we leavin em in trauma
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| Then after me, I plan to leave behind, the legacy
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| or history of the family, the fifth dynasty
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| For humanity, to bear witness to this
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| Del-val-syllable stylist
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| You know the time kid
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| Yo, the general flows, kids compose on tablet
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| Expose how they was average and they thoughts not rapid
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| Here comes the hot package, through your block like traffic
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| The rock was typed graphic now watch the mic blast it
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| Shootin at the stars with emphatic rap static
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| See the mirror shatter from thoughts, I’m bustin back at it
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| The Lieuten-ant, the ele-phant, sippin automatic
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| Mic, rippin asiatic, architects out to have it
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| The turn of the century, the planet’s like a penitentiary
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| exaggerated, niggaz is livin highly medicated
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| I Used to Love but now she violated
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| Hip-hop holocaust and camps, old champs are concentrated
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| They outdated and incarcerated
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| Loved and appreciated hated and very debated
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| For every career created was eliminated
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| And that’s the way the balance of yin and yang related
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| As the block is de-vine
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| Niggaz swing on in a safari
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| Wild niggaz, like I’m high on latari
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| Some let the block block they mind if they could see what I see
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| Get out the city for a sec be at the places I be
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| Hey, I’ma be back on the deck, opening
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| Business in places for you to cash your check
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| My, neck of the woods ain’t all good ain’t all bad
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| You can live in the burbs, and still get had
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| The sad part about it niggaz had houses on the lake
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| They tryin to move us out, the land we ain’t appreciate
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| For peace we skate, crackers we roll or player hate
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| Call each other cuz cause of how we relate
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| I see way too many Cadillacs with dope man plates
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| Through the wind and blow-ups, is how niggaz communicate
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| Harmonizing through beeper and reefer
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| The city got my peoples in a sleeper, talk is getting cheaper |