| I step to the booth with an S on my chest
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| Save this rap game like it was a bitch in distress
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| Spittin heavy artillery, tryna suppress
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| All my emotions locked inside that just wanna attest
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| To my downfall, but I never fall down
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| Front ill take ya girl, just to watch them panties fall down
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| They love it when I talk shit
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| I’d rather speak with substance
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| But our generations impatient
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| And listens to that fuck shit
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| But yall don’t hear me
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| Ain’t speakin clearly like a speech impediment
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| Im trippin I must be weary
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| I just need my medicine
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| Light the clip
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| Boricua stiffen my dick
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| And you know the flow greasy
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| Like a niggas afro pick
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| On the fence about you niggas
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| No mr feenie
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| Bitches too
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| Give em they wish they’ll prolly fuck the genie
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| Swear this world made me cold
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| Fathered all you lil niggas getting old
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| Distribute crack like I been cooking on the stove
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| In rap format and I spit it out for the low
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| Fishscale, but I chop it to ready rock
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| And link my niggas at the drop
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| We drop it off at the spot
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| And then we boomin the block
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| On the regular nigga
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| Just a regular nigga
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| But put a mic in my hand
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| Bet I can sever a nigga
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| Its whatever my nigga
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| Aye all my brothers are valid
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| They do whatever my nigga
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| And I can’t stop them from whilin (that's true)
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| As soon as I turn the mic on
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| These haters couldn’t see me with the lights on
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| And they gone follow everywhere we go-ooooo
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| To the top we gone rise on
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| Don’t need the world to know my story
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| This my homage to who paved the way for me
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| But the whole world gone know my story
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| I did it for the dream and came it came with the glory
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| It seems lately I’m seeing better days
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| Its like the weather plays a trick on my mind
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| In wintertime I tend to twist on the blinds
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| And confine myself to solitary
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| Puffin mary my krks hitting clearing
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| Give a fuck if you hear me
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| Know you fuck niggas hear me
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| A deaf ear to it
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| A blind eye when you see me
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| I smell your fear too, it’s
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| Truly flattering
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| Pissing on em my bladders been acting
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| A fool on me, fool on me
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| Like matters of a joking situation
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| I’m flagrant I been technical
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| Never idolized who you niggas put on a pedestal
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| I’m bout the real rap
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| Hip Hop we can feel that
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| And the radio does everything to conceal that
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| What happened to that Rakim
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| Notorious n Mos Def
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| EPMD Naughty By Nature n
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| Raekwon the Chef
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| This a hip hop
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| Word to a tribe called quest
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| I would die for it like I strapped a bomb to my chest
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| As soon as I turn the mic on
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| These haters couldn’t see me with the lights on
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| And they gone follow everywhere we go-ooooo
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| To the top we gone rise on
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| Don’t need the world to know my story
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| This my homage to who paved the way for me
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| But the whole world gone know my story
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| I did it for the dream and came it came with the glory
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| Superhero flows
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| I forgot my cape today
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| I wake up every morning
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| To be great and say
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| Everything I ever wanted to achieve
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| I can have man I just gotta believe |