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Verse one: q-tip |
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Yup yup yup |
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To the north to the south to the east to the west |
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I don't discriminate boy I bring it to your chest |
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If you oppose, then your soul will decompose |
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Strive to get money and I'm not no hoe |
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Fresher than the air that you're breathing through your nose |
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Fuller than the kicks that you're puttin on your toes |
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You can ask bo but yo that nigga don't know |
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About the dominant factor the accurate rapper |
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Here's the next chapter, page ninety-five |
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Niggaz so hard it's a wonder they alive |
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But yo we still survive through the danger that lurks |
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My eyes remain wide while you ask like urk |
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And yo my family matters, so all you mad hatters |
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Put your thinking caps on and motherfuckin brainstorm |
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Cause I got the plan that wins and can't lose |
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Your man knows who's nice say tip he'll say true |
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A lot of these jokers out here is blase |
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I'll be rockin mikes until a horse says hey |
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Some are preoccupied with glamour and glitz |
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Actin all boogee and making big movies |
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But I'll be in the cut call me incognito |
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Busy makin joints that will bump for my people |
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You're listening to a man who was something for nothing |
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Stay in me forever head, never be frontin |
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Chorus: repeat 2x |
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Once in a while we have fun in the mix [never ever] |
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In to good living, but some be into glitz [true dat] |
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Everybody knew, all the fellas and the chicks [trigga e] |
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Gotta wear a shoe that fits |
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...to all my peoples |
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Verse two: |
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C'mon word, check it out now [you out there? ] |
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Uh, uh, check it out now [you out there? ] |
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What? uh, check it out now [louder! louder!] |
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[louder! louder!] uh, check it out, yo |
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Peace to the girl named hurricane g |
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Peace to my girl named dawn paris |
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Peace to the organzied kon-fus-ion |
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Peace to all my shorties that be dying too young |
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Peace to both coasts and the land in between |
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Peace to your man if you're doing your thing |
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Peace to my peoples who was incarcerated |
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Asalaam alaikum means peace, don't debate it |
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Devouring, and towering over fools |
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Your mic is broke and my shit's cool |
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The black man with the understandin of |
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The three wise men and the theories of zen |
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Yo I get inside the crevice like a dentist |
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Disrupt, the block, like dennis, the menace |
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Shaheed is on the needle, the shit it won't weeble |
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Or wobble, your rhymes is mixed up like boggle |
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Bingo! that was the damn dog's name |
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But yo I know another one with much more fame |
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The phife dawg, and that's my word to the cipher |
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About to bring it to your chest and cause strife check it out |
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You're doubling back, to your rhyming pad |
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What I represent is mc's gone mad |
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In a perfect world there's imperfect acts |
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We've come like a God to redirect alla that |
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So people with a gift can just flaunt and get money |
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So much, we in the bank that the shit ain't funny |
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Money is invested in real estate and stocks |
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But not inside the glamour cuz all of that stops |
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Outro: consequence |
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Yo dis the cons to the quence |
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Up in ya like a stiff one, knowhatimean? |
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It's nine-five, you got to live it or rip it |
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So if you step on the streets keep it movin, knowhatimean? |
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Chorus |
