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[gpm] hit her, i mean let's hit this |
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[??1] that's not straight |
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[??2] do it god, ya bwoy let's do it now seen? |
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Let's pull it bwoy |
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[grand puba maxwell] |
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Aiyyo, check this out |
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Brand nubian gettin ready to swing this ep' |
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We got the grand puba, we got derek x on the flex |
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We got, lord jamar, we got alamo with the a, ron stud! |
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And my man ep rock |
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X, kick the flavor for me on this one |
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Cause we gettin ready to be out of here in a, sec |
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[derek x/sadat x] |
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Wild, new york raw as my voicebox soars i'll |
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Open your pores cause it's one of my chores |
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Kickin beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin rhymes to a schism |
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People often wonder and ask.. |
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Is i'm the best? surely you jest, i'm not down with the rest |
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In fact.. they failed the test |
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It's my vernacular that's simply spectacular |
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My bite is in your neck it's the effect, of dracula |
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Man on a mission, go to school with low tuition |
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Can't even keep account, of the g's i be kissin |
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But oh i beg your pardon, the race, is startin |
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The criminals is there and i'm the hardest of the hard |
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And it's a feet for you to meet me on any given day |
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The adjective - amazing, spelled with an 'a' |
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And a 'g' on the end, by usin, my pen |
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Set forth on a journey for the, perfect blend |
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Rhymin was a fad in the days of my dad |
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Now mc's is makin g's and goin for bad |
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The x in my name makes it, all official |
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Am i the king? well that's the so-called issue |
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Rollin off the tongue was the fresh one-liner |
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And cb talker was the zero one-niner |
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Took a slight drop from the tip of the top |
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Now i'm out for mines and i'm goin to clock |
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What's mine on the line on a rhyme i will dine |
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Never ate the pig can't deal with the swine |
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Keep on, yes my word is bond |
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Speakin that knowledge like farrakhan |
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Cause it's ragtime! |
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[grand puba maxwell] |
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Ah yeah it's ragged, let's do it! |
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Aight now we got lord j |
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Lord j, yo c'mon now |
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Kick, the flavor, to this |
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Drop it like this (i'ma swing it like this) |
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[lord jamar] |
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I like to drop bass, cause when it hits, i bounce em |
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I do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain |
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Which i contain, to manifest thought |
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The record is bought so i figure i ought to elaborate |
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(might as well) as minds in turn collaborate |
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I speak the facts black, i don't exaggerate |
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I just get to the bare essential |
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Demandin that i talk, of my credentials, cause yo |
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I never slept, my mind was in the right place |
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Now let's take our steps and retrace |
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Back to a time, when black was defined |
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As original, god-like, supreme divine |
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Refined is my mind that's why i'm buildin |
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There was a void in new york but now it's filled in |
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By the lord j, don't forget the a-m-a |
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To the r, now say i'm a star (you a star, j!) |
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Well you can be one too |
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Now here's all you got to do (whatcha gotta do?) |
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You got to know knowledge of self's the foundation |
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Know wisdom's the way to let it outcome |
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Understanding is the manifestation |
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And cutural freedom, the final turnout, cause it's ragtime |
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[grand puba maxwell] |
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That's definitely ragtime |
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Now let me brag mine! let me brag mine |
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Hit this in the 90's |
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Hey yo, bust it (here i go here i go here i go) |
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As i, stand as a pharoah and beat up on eliza |
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Trick ends on my friends, cause puba's not a miser |
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Last longer than a duracell, or a energizer |
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I got a little older but a whole lot wiser |
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When it comes to shootin ? i'm a damn good shooter |
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Mc grand puba should be worshipped like a buddha |
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I boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism |
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Damn i gets busy, though makin rhyme i gets bizm |
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Always help another meaning sister or a brother |
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Just a little tip i picked up, from my mother |
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Smooth as ali baba once i week i see the barber |
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So honey pucker up cause i'm a damn good slobber |
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Mr. exquisite, dressed in silk, bally's made of lizard |
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So honey, what is it? (what is it?) |
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I rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour i'm probably heading |
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You wanna beat like this? check the stack of otis redding |
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I'm hurtin like a blister, confusin like twister |
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Not a only child, four brothers and one sister |
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Not a rinky-dinky never snackin on a twinkie |
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When it comes to flexin i can bend like a slinkie |
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So here comes the champ, to civilize a tramp |
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When brothers try to play me, that's when the pub' gets amped |
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So smile - here comes the picture - click! |
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A humble type brother so don't play me as a vic' |
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I can relate to the good times, the cosby's on the sometimes |
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Go ? on a sunday then it's back at work on monday |
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Take my gear to the cleaners, buy pants or a beamer |
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Then i'm out, bangin crackheads, i can do without |
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(definitely, why not puba? why why why?) cause it's ragtime |
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* ad libs to outro * |
