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I'm from brooklyn, new york city |
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I be the earth motherin', smotherin' mc's |
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Sha queen covering 360 degrees |
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See i blow like the wind when i flow to this song |
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Cause a riot like kaiser like that then i'm gone |
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I bring the fire burn it down to the ground |
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Think of dissin' me, kane will leave that ass rotisserie (what) |
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Earth, wind, fire we be those elements |
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It's evident, as we come to represent |
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[sha-queen] |
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I feel the need to get iller than |
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All these ******' wack mc's, realest ****** that ever been |
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Dropped the hit single that was flying through the roof |
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I'm lyrical living proof, you can't handle the truth |
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After you heard me spit, still convinced that you ill |
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Who you tryin' to fool me or yourself, ****** for real |
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Everybody know the deal, you ever get a hunch |
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To ****** around with sha-queen, then i know you out to lunch |
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Break that meaning down, that means disturbed in your mental |
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And that's absurd, i kick the illest ******t you ever heard |
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Every rhyme to the last line and pronouns and verbs |
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Too hard to see with your two eyes, then check with your third |
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My frequency's not tainted with thoughts of whores |
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That can only get raw on all fours, with sore back doors |
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Precisely, far from your average girl |
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So, sit back and shut the ****** up, cause sha rules the world, word |
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[a.b. money] |
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Listen there was a man in brooklyn, new york city |
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Where the guys are fly and the ladies looking pretty |
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I'm a let you know, that stuff you pop is junk |
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Cause when i flow, it's the flava of the month |
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Hold up don't worry about nothin', tot ******t in a smash like crash dummies |
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This fast money, make me wanna ****** around and blast money |
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I heard your spot makes a lot and give you props |
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This deal is hot, runnin' from the cops'll get you shot |
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But don't sweat it, dry them ******s up like prunes |
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The war's on like platoon |
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Shot through a crowd like a cartoon |
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Rappin' is fundamental, that's right, re-arranger |
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Hit you like mortal kombat, you in danger |
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I got the chronic, six million bionic |
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This rap ******t make me wanna scream like onyx |
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I'm comin' through, that's right i'm gonna split ya |
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Soul survivors on this track, we comin' to get ya |
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Woop, woop, five-o's comin' in the exit |
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Keys jinglin', nine danglin' to wreck ******t |
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Step into my cypher, haven't you ever heard a |
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Throwin four five six, ceelo, to one twenty third a |
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Chorus: |
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Earth, wind & fire you bout to learn |
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We can make the world turn, or make the world burn |
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The three deadly elements for your concern |
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Cause anything you want up out of life you got to earn |
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Repeat |
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See now bring it brother well, well |
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[big daddy kane] |
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Since hip-hop genesis, i been at this in the mix |
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In bed stuy tenements, rippin' rappers endless |
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But i won't sit and dwell upon the things i been had |
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Instead i appear, and take your ******' spot like sinbad |
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Now, tell me who shall be first to suffer crucial |
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If you don't know defeat then allow me to introduce you |
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So how you want it, coming through beatin' ya down |
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Watching disaster strike when busta rhymes ain't even around |
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The prince of darkness be that one man |
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That made them al b sure lookin' ******s get a sun tan |
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What i drop should not be followed by anyone else |
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At times i'm scared to kick a second verse after myself |
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As i proceed, followers take heed |
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I made many men bleed, i made hairlines recede |
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This rap skill here, i destined for a mill-aire |
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And this is one ass whippin' you will wear, you still here? |
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Chorus: repeat 2x |
