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[El-P] I brought that genuine shit in '96 |
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Before you knew the underground or independent existed |
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I watched the whole scene straight jump on the dick |
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After stepping to |
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KCR lit and flexing my shit |
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No gun talk, no gimmicks, just rounds of raw-dogging |
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Dirty dusty intelligent wit and word murdering |
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A hardcore poetic informed without burglary |
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Potent and shook the shit out of rappers who just learned of me |
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Everytime |
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I prescribe a new pill, revolution |
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Quickly defined the standard for indie rap distribution |
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Arrogant unafraid shit developed riding a train thinking of brain fucks "Bad Touch Example" that soon became bucks |
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Had everybody sprung wondering where |
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I came from |
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Screaming out "Independent as fuck" with an insane tongue |
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With an indelible squad of design monsters |
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Innovating the styles that made biters look like imposters |
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So we scripted an album and signed to |
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Rawkus Selling a hundred thousand without a radio chart hit |
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Imposterous son is taking the world hostage |
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Classic hip-hop bombage dirty with style progress |
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Now I've come from the '80s juvenile |
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Brooklyn Where cats was like: "Gimme that subway pass, kid. Good lookin." |
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Now someone else is taking a ride with what's mine |
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So I had to develop styles with a death device cooked in |
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So when I battled in basements |
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I had eight sentences |
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Waiting ready for the four you had laced in |
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And I was taught to wait patient (Why?) |
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Only faggots make shit up just to get famous |
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So when I finally blew up |
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I remained sick |
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Earning respect in ghettos and 'burbs for word placement |
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Back when the independent scene remained faceless |
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We were the only crew who promised your ass we'd take it |
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Mold it, shape it, living outside the matrix |
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Hold it, make it, more than miniature major labels |
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Hold it sacred, living it for the culture |
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Told ya plainly, protected it from the vultures |
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That's why |
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I always get respect from true soldiers |
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That laugh at the critics claiming every year: "Hip hop's over." |
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FUCK YOU, hip hop just started |
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It's funny how the most nostalgic cats are the ones who were never part of it |
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But true veterans'll give dap to those who started it |
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Then humbly move the fuck on and come with that new retarded shit |
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New slang, new thought, new sound, new heart, you thought you hang |
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You clown, you don't, you drown |
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I won't dumb it down, |
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I'm dumbing now for these rounds |
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I'm a live mothefucker plus |
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I'm gunning for clowns |
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You're a mime motherfucker, don't be coming for pounds |
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Till you can break out of that invisible box, you're not down |
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My favorite ones are the ones who started out young rappin about |
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Comic books, spaceships, and |
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Omnicron 1 |
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And even though they were soft they had fun |
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But they couldn't break out the frame of the town they came from |
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Some of these faggots used to send me their demos |
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Keeping their puppy styles in the |
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Company Flow kennels |
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But since they had no identity from the start |
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They started to resent the scene when they couldn't become a part |
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They've been failing for years and call themselves |
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Vets, that's bold |
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Motherfucker, you're not a |
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Vet you're just old |
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I'll slap the shit out you to continue my nerd rap |
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Making this money fist over fist, fuck what you heard |
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Rookie cats talk about boom bap and golden ages |
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Pat themselves on the back for making that new outdated shit |
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But i've been putting out vinyl since '93 and never looked back once |
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At ya'll trying to chase me |
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You don't innovate because you can't innovate |
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It's not a choice despite what you might tell your boys |
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Keep your identity crisis under the table |
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I always knew who |
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I was and |
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I'll always be more famous [Aesop Rock] |
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Check it For the best in the bendor biz 1-800- |
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Lazerface |
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Leave the last |
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CE-Off for crabs and bobbin hatorade |
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Dig it, daddy dug his own tunnel under the gutters where the numbers bleed |
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Hunters froze up and exposed |
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Rapunzel weeds |
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Tugboat, tug a rut out brutal dirt first |
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The fuedals fuming oodles, it was right under your poodle skirt |
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Welcome to |
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Bazooka Works, halogen halo eyesore |
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The revolution will not be apologized for |
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Warbucks exlex megaphone on the fashion piggy pageant |
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While my dick's raw-dogg in a style magnet |
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Fraggle rock your four figure watch |
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I clock ninety-nine cent wristbands |
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And still know the time when you record flops |
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And this is on a sick with it factor |
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Exhibit A, |
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E, S, Genesis of the klepto reactor |
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Wanna burgle the buzz over definitive cast |
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After a life of labor camps starts paying innovaters back |
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Baby, you ain't felt the collect? (Coooool) |
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Stuck running bases with little bears under the wing of punchdrunk butter makers |
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That engine sputters while the hound dogs wire cutter mechnical rabbit bantomweight puppies ain't rabid enough to snatch him |
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Poplock dynamos, is approached with a golden focal point |
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Come soak in it, resume sturdy composer soldier bliss |
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Wrong name by a molar can often expose your phobias |
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Watch a cobra grow hands to hold his own tongue when he notices |
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All city legity critter, bark with me |
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All filthy documents, cats piss on their kittie litter moccasins |
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Welcome to mi casa, |
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Monsters Inc, dropping bangers out the rocket ships |
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Your own private apocalypse [El-P] |
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Honor it [Aesop Rock] |
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For fuck's sake [El-P] |
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Original [Aesop Rock] |
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Wild fly You wanna read the nile, |
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I twitch easy reader [El-P] |
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Father it [Aesop Rock] |
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I will, dog [El-P] |
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Original [Aesop Rock] |
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Wide open with banged out cutlery from a slang mouth teacher |
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And money is an ugly god we all fall for |
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I got land mammal, cannibal, natural survival squackbox |
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That means when |
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I wake up and decide to comprise the new shit |
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It's not some watered down version of what my favorite crews did |
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Puff the magic komodo bitch |
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Rappers stuffed komonos and shark fame at a perfect working unit |
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Look, I'm done |
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B-boy, feed that to the needy |
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Shut your liquor hole, fuck you in 3 |
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D Easy |
