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It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail |
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The mic is contacted, I attract clientele |
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My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's breath |
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I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps |
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Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond |
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Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin |
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Hit the Earth like a comet invasion |
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Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin |
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Cause in my physical, I can express through song |
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Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong |
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I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell |
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From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell |
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The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up |
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Not stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up |
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Nas, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L |
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School a fool well, you feel it like braille |
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It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill like Shaquille holds a pill |
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Vocabulary spills I'm +Ill+ |
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plus +Matic+, I freak beats slam it like Iron Shiek |
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Jam like a tech with correct techniques |
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So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me |
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Scannin while you're plannin ways to sabotage me |
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I leave em froze like her-on in your nose |
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Nas'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell |
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This rhythmatic explosion, is what your frame of mind has chosen |
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I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggaz is frozen |
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Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin |
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End like Leviathan, it's deep well let me try again |
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Wisdom be leakin out my grapefruit troop |
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I dominate break loops, givin mics men-e-straul cycles |
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Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle |
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And groovy but smoother than moves by Villanova |
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You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra |
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Packin like a rasta in the weed spot |
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Vocals'll squeeze glocks, MC's eavesdrop |
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Though they need not to sneak |
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My poetry's deep, I never fell |
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Nas's raps should be locked in a cell |
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It ain't hard to tell |