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Yo, i'm roaming one man deep, combin the streets |
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And beatboxin, like the field niggas, singin hymns pickin cotton |
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Wit massive watts and tickle eardrums wit pleasure |
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Every single measure apply, exact amount of pressure |
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A chemical reaction happen |
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What was fastened by the spit, rashing |
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For its catalystic fashion, showin its passion |
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For harassin microphones, pass it to the left |
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And left my nigga bless it |
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[pharoahe monch] |
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My god bless my very last breath |
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To be allah uahkbar |
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For narcotic cops to mark me inside of the shark bar |
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Spiritual sparks and lyrical darts adapt the visual |
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One nation under this rap shit indivisible |
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Never miseb-erable anymore |
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Pharoahe the crit-ically acclaimed rap professional |
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Keepin computer digital |
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By hark the best speed |
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This expert who could keep niggas alert in a school for narcolepsy |
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Chorus [saukrates] |
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Let em know the time it takes (yes sir) |
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For every rhyme to shine, innovate (come on) |
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Don't ever underestimate |
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Most niggas come fake but we cuttin the red tape |
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[pharoahe monch] |
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How many man it take the quality time to rennovate |
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Through rhyme form, solely for poetic penetration |
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Subliminal in this world it minimal ventilation |
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The task-master dome to gas mask from a clinic |
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Walking the earth, avoiding the global epidemic |
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I limit the sun's uv rays wit a visor |
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While ya'll pass the plague lickin blunts wit your saliva |
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We main-line a rhyme in your mind like tranquilizers |
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[saukrates] |
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The king has arrived ya'll |
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Before i get ya at your barmitzvah |
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Leavin you mentally circumsized |
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Nah i did it, fuckin you so hard you never forget it |
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Even ellen and martina navatirola's comin over |
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Cuz they tryin to get wit it |
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Crack the back of all critics in a new york minute |
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You ain't seein me, my dome is tinted |
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Return, the dues that you never earned |
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Niggas know your whole style is ? |
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Chorus b [saukrates, pharoahe monch] |
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Let em know the time it takes (yes sir) |
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For every rhyme to shine, innovate |
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Don't ever underestimate |
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We spit it, you bit the bait of these top-notch stimulating |
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Lyrics you can't escape |
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Let em know the time it takes |
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For every rhyme to shine, innovate |
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Don't ever underestimate |
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Most niggas come fake but we cuttin the red tape |
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Now, so break down |
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[saukrates] |
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Lyrical mastery, has to be, otherwise i'm callin you "majesty" |
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Bitch-maker, switch on me, tragedy |
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These lyrics got em all mad at we are us |
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As we discuss who the best could be |
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[pharoahe monch] |
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Fuck it, i pop glock and block glock shots |
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In top spots from top-notch cops to bust from a crotch |
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Positioning, my conditioning allows me |
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To withstand the rain like two sets of all weather michelins, uh uh |
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[saukrates] |
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Uh uh hittin the whole rhyme, splittin and fold |
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My diction make friction, switchindiamonds from coal |
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Heavyweight lyric, man i be rippin jabols |
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I be hittin it every minute though there's seconds to go |
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[pharoahe monch] |
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Pharoahe's soliciting crack at black baby christening |
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Glisten in rap, topical shit, on some missin impossible shit |
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Manyacal, whenever the diabolic spit |
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Words they never undeniable |
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Chorus b 2x *minus "now, so break down"* |
