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Your skills are now at the point of spiritual insight |
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"So?" |
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It is now time for you reclaim our lost honor |
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"Yes, I understand" |
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Rhymes known as limestone |
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The flow is the grout |
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They hear my voice |
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They know it's about |
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That pain, that gutter |
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That 'caine, that flame, that butter (that butter, butter!) |
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They know it's about |
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This is how the night starts- |
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Left behind my childish ways |
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Deal in adult matters for petty pay |
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Work every day like there's no Sabbath from Flatbush |
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The crack push, get popped for 'lo fabrics |
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We bubble and shovel to the snow addicts |
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Porch archdiocese, each ave's its own parish |
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This my pulpit and I don't preach no bull**** |
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Want beginner's luck? Slim bub for the full flip |
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**** the planning; we stuck the landing |
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Baggy clothes gladly tuck the cannon |
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Nothing diminish the business of the scrambling |
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Need spinach, we ain't finished till we handling |
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(We ain't finished **** that) |
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Never scraped the plate, ate it all |
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Wanna reach for the ceiling? Play the wall |
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We was boys on that back street |
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Don't sing it, better bring it cause we pack heat |
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Dumb smelly in the underbelly, trying to break through |
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When slabs crush didn't have much, we made do |
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When heaters flying leave you lying, I stayed true |
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Might find at nighttimes our lifeline debut |
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Curtains draw dirt poor but come work the store |
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Person heard you snore on a tour? You get hurt for sure |
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Nimble creeping, simple greeting's words of war |
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A show of rough from "Yo what up?" Observe your door |
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Recruit a hard shooting guard, stay on point |
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They come for dinner it's a front and center display, long joint |
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Keep your wolf tickets, only cowards bought it |
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Here apes flex, you take steps and power forward |
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They know it's about (yea) |
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That pain, that gutter (that gutter!) |
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That 'caine, that flame, that butter (that butter, butter!) |
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They know it's about (they know it's about) |
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None rival, my catalog's a slum bible |
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Not the right course but with white horse, unbridled |
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In the 'Ville pumping steel, hunt until we feel full |
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Home cold as Poconos fill rodent holes with steel wool |
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You capture your stature firing a full clip |
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We line the street beefing, trying to eat dying for bull**** |
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With the toaster racked, it roast your fabric |
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And friends if conflict ever ends we post traumatic |
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Quote for better, wrote the letter, "Sincerely yours" |
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To heal the sores, where the real is forged |
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Pen fire, from empire to golden state |
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I write it loud, incite a crowd, then motivate |
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Couple infractions, scratching prose admitting it |
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On quiet track rewrite that for those illiterate |
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They know it's about |
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That pain, that gutter |
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That 'caine, that flame, that butter (that butter, butter!) |
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They know it's about |
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(They know it's about) |
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Some are ready for action |
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Some are not |
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We need emotional content |
