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Light over the city bright |
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I take flight on a magic carpet visually scanning this metropolis |
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Graphite and philly guts through the cats of silly sluts |
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Move makes straight fakers and the pick pocket |
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People setting their wakes too late for them to stop it |
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Sheeq with the star cheek |
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Navigate through city streets |
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New Jerusalem days Mega nights |
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Wrap like a turban tight |
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Some are tall for those who wanna spar |
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Meet up with the caravan |
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Sinister voices stand at command |
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>From Flatbush Ave. to Pickadilly Circuit |
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We work this double edge to split the head of serpents |
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To the finish which is my death breathe m last breath |
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I'm on a quest for the answer to this |
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Before the seas swallow the continents and we cease to exist |
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The crown jewel what I possess |
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In my heart the emerald four star general flips the art |
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[Hook:] |
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One thousand and one Arabian nights |
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March through your city at night with torch lights [x4] |
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[Verse 2:] |
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3 wishes granted by the genie in the bottle |
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Cause I plucked it with my index I thought that it was hollow |
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Give me world peace and a field of green to blaze |
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Complicated days some nights got trapped in a maze |
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Last wish to be immortal |
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Won't diss the classic |
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No melted plastic |
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In the attic pure static |
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I stand within' the depths of the sand of the Sudan |
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Shabaam put the mic in my hand |
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Sahdeeq technique open sesame Allie Baba |
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Type jewels fool I drop on the street |
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Gems for them |
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Way to eat for my fleet tryin' to make ends meet |
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Bring heat with phat tracks eliminate critics on the didick |
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Talking ka ka your worth nada |
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Your style plaga |
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Played out like stadas |
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We hotta |
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Leave shit chopped like Benny Honas |
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I promise maintainin' composure puffin' on the scommas |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3:] |
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Three wise men bring gifts of hip hop hits |
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You're vibeless |
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Sinister be survivalist |
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Marvelous sound of the charge of the burgade |
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Where's my change |
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Dues to pay |
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Arabian nights on camels start the journey through the desert |
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Median, Mecca, Style injector |
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Clash Of The Titans |
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Verbally sword fightin' |
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Enter the gates of the birth city called Pelon |
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You get peed on |
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Makin' moves without your heat on |
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Don't get it twist |
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I leave the cypher with split lips Shadeeq style, sick |
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Call the specialist |
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Unwrestle this |
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Red tape make thick with politics |
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But if we don't get somethin' |
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Gold or platinum type status |
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Whenever double S bless the apparatus [echo] |
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[whispering] left right left right left right left right left right |
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[Hook] |
