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Verse 1: Here comes the conquering brother that fathoms and never ceases. |
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Violators pick up the pieces (uh) |
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That are left behind as you're left to find |
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The fury of the five fingers of death are mine, |
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Rippin' on the microphone, receitin' poem, |
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Givin' competition a |
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Big Daddy syndrome. |
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Some step up, (mmm) none kept up (mmm). |
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They rap a brief moment and then shut up. |
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Lips are sealed because all of this is real. |
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I'm not about frontin', |
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I tell the real deal of society (what); |
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So how we livin, |
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Like a turkey on |
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Thanksgiving or like |
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Robin Gibbons? |
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Not to offend, |
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I just want you to comprehend every message |
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I send (tell 'em), ' |
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Cause I don't understand, |
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I have to wonder, damn, |
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How could this lifestyle be fun to man, |
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To see a brother gettin' paid undercover, |
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Sellin' drugs to one another, ' |
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Cause all the glamour you get is miscillaneous |
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And all the product you sell is real dangerous |
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Like um, um, let's say, un, poison, |
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Destruction to all your own boys and girls who like to buy and give it a try, |
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Admire and can't deny the high, that's why they soon die. |
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These are the games that a fool would play today |
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For our own kind to decay. |
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No sign of brotherly love, |
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Just scavengers in search of..... |
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Chorus: Another victory (cut and scratched) |
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Verse 2: When |
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I'm ridin' in my |
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Volvo, cops harass me. |
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They never ride past me, they hound me like |
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Lassie, Wantin' to give me a summons or a ticket. |
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Huh, I got a place for them to stick it (kick it). |
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They can't understand to see a black man |
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Drivin' a car that costs 25 grand. |
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The first thing they say is "Where'd you steal her?" |
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And then they assume that |
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I'm a drug dealer. |
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Huh, that just makes me wanna laugh, ' |
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Cause now |
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I'm a star and your son got my autograph, |
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So all the cops on the highway gettin' me, |
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My name ain't |
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Kieth, so could you please stop |
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Sweatin' me |
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So I can flow and go on, so on and so on |
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To all the jams |
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Cee throw on. |
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Reachin' a summit as you learn from it, |
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A lesson taught from yours truly, so here cometh |
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The royal majesty, others have to be |
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Fully prepared, though they still won't last with me, |
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So when you hope to hang or even handle, |
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I'll show the meaning of power and just cancel (period). |
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Out of order, conquer and slaughter, |
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You're comin' up shorter, boy, you'll need more to |
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Compete 'cause the heat is deep in concrete, |
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Defeat, bring up the fleet, flee 'fore we meet |
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Or stay away, puttin' new rhymes on layaway. |
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Then come get this when you're ready for business ' |
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Cause aaaaah yeah, |
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I'm with this (I'm ready). |
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Yo, Mister |
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Cee, what is this? (Repeat chorus) |
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Verse 3: M |
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C's and enemies |
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I freeze at 32 degrees |
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Because they can't drop rhymes like these. |
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Competition never saw none done, |
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So pay attention as |
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I mention the 411. |
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Just the other day, |
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I heard a brother say, "Taxi cabs don't even come my way. They all be afraid they won't get paid So they zoom right past and pick up a lighter shade, And if they stop, the first thing they want, No more than two people and the money up-front, Treatin' me like I'm some type of thug. It might sound bugged but they don't wanna get mugged." |
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Who's in the right or wrong? |
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It's time to unite along |
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The righteous with a walk in success and be strong. |
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Instead of lookin' for someone to beef with, |
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A brother like the |
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Big Daddy |
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Kane is peace with |
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Rappers of today like (Kid'N'Play), |
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Hey, even my man |
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L.L. Cool |
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J, (Stetsasonic) and |
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EPMD, Public |
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Enemy and (BDP), |
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Salt 'N' Pepa 'cause we can't sever never, |
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Wheihter, whatever, we better stand together. |
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That means unite, not fightin' or fussin' or cussin'. |
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Save all the base for the pipe and start lovin' |
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One another 'cause separation is a flaw, |
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So endure for more and stop lookin'; for.... (Repeat chorus 'till end) |
