| The dude with the fitted to the left is right back at it
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| I ain’t lost a step
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| Respect is through the ceilin', I ain’t lost a rep
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| I ran a hundred laps and I ain’t lost a breath
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| So fuck whoever’s next
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| Youngin' I’m the moment at hand
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| And may God help you
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| Or you gonna get to know that man
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| Son I’m past what your aim is
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| Fuck around and try to get famous
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| And you’ll be slap boxin' the stainless
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| Naw, that ain’t tough talk
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| Dude it’s live
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| I’m from the block where the king was movin' 2 for 5's
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| So in the legacy of B.I.G., I’m on my B.I. |
| lean
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| I treat beats like P.Y.T.s, I slut 'em
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| S-K, the bottom of the ninth is mine
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| In blue and white pinstripe designs
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| And when my pen drips
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| I’m on my win shit
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| I Draino your career, you hear that drip drip
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| I clear it out
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| «So keep that okey doke shit cause I don’t fall for it»
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| «Ignite the mic and let it strike my opponent» — Akrobatik 'A To The K'
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| «Do it now, get it done»
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| «If I don’t hold it done for mine, I ain’t no G»
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| Yo, I came for a lot of shit talkin' and kid sparkin' is awesome
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| I treat Walkmen’s like skip buttons is off 'em
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| Hit the rewind when I’m spit talkin' so often
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| My intro the only shit I been performin'
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| The swag out of this world
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| The flow is ridiculous
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| It’s me Sky and Preem, we sicker than syphilis
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| And you outta your mind to think you can get with this
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| The boy body the booth and bury the witnesses
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| But bare witness to lyrical giftedness
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| Nigga this the difference
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| What you been missin' is
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| A new breed of the raw
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| My ingredient is pure, a nutritional break down of the boy
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| Will show traces of the wildest parts of Shakur
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| I’ve been a Mic Fiend since Ra walked in the door
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| But now they changed the locks and fucked up the entrance
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| Till me and Sky blow the shit off the hinges
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| «So keep that okey doke shit cause I don’t fall for it»
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| «Ignite the mic and let it strike my opponent» — Akrobatik 'A To The K'
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| «Do it now»
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| «Get it done»
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| «If I don’t hold it done for mine, I ain’t a G»
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| I’m in a +New York State Of Mind+ when I +Kick In The Door+
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| With +A Million And One Questions+ when I’m +Bring (ing) It On+
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| So whether +Friend Or Foe+, it’s doe I need
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| Now +Recognize+ or You gonna get to Know My Steez
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| I’m +So Ghetto+
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| I +Represent+ the back of the field
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| But I’m overflowin' with +Mass Appeal+
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| I’m like +Royalty+, +Just To Get A Rep+
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| I’m on my own dick
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| It’s like '95 all over again
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| It’s reminiscent of Nas or Jay, Billy or Womack
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| Another classic collab, we feel like a throwback
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| NYG’z always know where the doe at
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| I use my Termanology to find where these hoes at
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| A true Poet and I’m wise as a Guru
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| Cause when you Teflon, ain’t no stickin' it to you
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| I’m Nice as Smooth
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| Calm as dead waters
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| I like D&D but love it as Headquarterz
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| Rest in peace
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| «So keep that okey doke shit cause I don’t fall for it»
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| «Ignite the mic and let it strike my opponent» — Akrobatik 'A To The K'
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| «Do it now»
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| «Get it done»
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| «If I don’t hold it done for mine, I ain’t a G» |