| I remain calm, lyrically I got the bomb
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| when you put me on, I remain calm
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| It’s the 'I remain calm' but for jurge to erk
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| Come out my humble go berzerk and make you swallow your smirk
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| I splurge most and bash, capacitate mass
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| I fascinate as I assassinate and show task
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| Characters and egos, get crushed in trust
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| And my words stampede like herds in a dusk
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| Cream of all crops, topics I drop?
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| When heated up, I gets hotter cause I’m proper
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| You never knew the levitude the clever few
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| Different tax for revenue man if you ever knew
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| the tac-tic, strategies, of word, ca-pa-bil-ities
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| Display, de-cease
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| the rhythm, and man how it swerved and curved
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| Made a niggaz dream but his hope deferred then stirred
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| Dig the mentals, Papermate, Bic’s and Number 2 pencils
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| My credentials blow on instrumentals
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| I write an anthem throw a tantrum and remain handsome
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| Mysterious vibes, like I was the phantom
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| Erupt abruptly, then conduct amaze
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| You’re fucked when the lyrics get bucked because I graze
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| Never animosity, on my property
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| Niggaz acropoly, or they feel extreme monstrosity
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| Wreakin leak out the verbals? |
| don’t forget it
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| The chief of edit then Malik’ll shred it yeah I said it
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| I remain calm, lyrically I got the bomb
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| when you put me on, I remain calm
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| That nigga Thought flows like a river I deliver
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| styles like Domino’s, eyes closed I inhale
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| equality follow me now son
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| Listen my divisions advance I surpass one half the rap mass
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| the other half, want my autograph, because I got
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| soul plus a ghetto stroll similar to Shaft
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| It’s the mic rapers, splittin Phillies in the cellar
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| My acapella verse, can stomp, I delete comp
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| My rated X, larynx, wrecks your context
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| I’m complex, confusin, lyrically amusin, I drink brews
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| then when I’m groovin I’m no longer human
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| I’d like to take this time to give a shout to all the money makers
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| in the house galore they help me turn it out
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| I whip the cap to the max, I’m laid back, like your gramps
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| I make, niggaz embarrased like they spendin food stamps
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| I take, my time when I rhyme lovely, me nah like
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| ugly like, God we get odd to the rhythms
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| Rappers thinkin of steppin up, what the fuck you’re doin?
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| I amplify the hymn to bring your empire to ruin
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| Who’s your girl screwin fellas? |
| Jealous because I’m fly
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| Keep my sneakers dry, when you cry-baby
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| See I can have you headin for the border like a ReFugee from Haiti
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| Aiyyo, this brother drivin my cab, tried to flip, saying
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| «Pay me in advance"-- I asked him if he ever danced
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| in the dark, with the rap devil, Black Thought
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| See niggaz who get caught off guard remain scarred
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| into air, with headphones remainin on the domes, they hair
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| I resound and astound and scare, I reign terror
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| into another nigga rap era, my rhymes sedate
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| I lubricate, like aloe vera
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| I’m extreme, restin in the land of the plot and the scheme
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| Peace to? |
| Rock and the Equal Team
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| I remain calm, lyrically I got the bomb
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| when you put me on, I remain calm |