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I manifest the 'erbs essence |
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When my life starts stressin me out and I see no way |
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But I got hope like Bob, in fact I keep tracks |
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And I packs in stacks for you new jacks |
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I'm buildin with the gods on some vibin |
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And now everyday I'm vibin, then I get licked bag of trick to lick the dick |
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See I know ways around complicated matters |
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Roll up in the ghetto on the island of Manhatten |
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See, though my ci-lo maintainin with the dread |
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Rock the flat top until the [shit] went dead |
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I'm known for my skills, all my technique's coast |
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I wreck rhymes systematic, I'm a turntable addict |
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But still I put it down to timin to the rap |
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Representin Harlem, mother[fucker] where you at? |
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Cos I got a bag and I gotta blunt |
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If you livin the life of da Call O' Da Wild, mother(fucker) whatcha want? |
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[Chorus x4:] |
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My head's in a cloud of smoke |
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When I choke upon the lye, air-high |
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(We flow eye-to-eye) |
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I'm on cloud 9, I keeps about a quarter pound of gunja |
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Oh I wonder, if I |
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Could have a mega blunt session with my homeys, no question |
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The neighbourhood goon sewn like I'm from an (?A's Boon coon?) |
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Feed the feelin, the (shit) smarter |
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Hittin up your daughter, slaughter styles |
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The best way, Chico, me and Mico |
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That's my Ese, be gettin lye on a day-to-day |
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Basis, I still find traces of hash in my back sack |
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Black, a matter o' fact |
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I need a shotgun, shotgun crush to my head |
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My eyes are swell, we're gettin bread, what the hell these? |
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Smooth stone is the way of the walk |
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I rather be [fucked] up then outlined in chalk |
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I stalk the streets of New York like a bandit |
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I landed a deal with some homeys from the Hill |
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On the real, I represent Harlem, New York |
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That small talk, kid I told you that [shit] walk |
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They're jealous, you know you can't [fuck] around fellas |
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You be sloshin like EPMD (You know I'm housin) |
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[Chorus x4] |
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So mellow out and sit back, relax |
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And listen to a track dedicated to the backs |
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8 black, wit phatness possessed, yes! |
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The Shooby-Doo with the E's puffin the bags that Buddha blessed |
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I like to utilise my scar mental |
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That's my fundamental, so check the dread-headed individual |
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From the sidewalks, where the basehead walks |
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And the hos won't talk unless you're large in New York |
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So can it be that I am just a Y-O-G |
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From the (?P-O-L-O the D-R-E-O-U-N-D?), baby |
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Gets crazy, hectic, so check my method |
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[Chorus x4] |
