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Skyzoo, Little Brother, Chaundon, 9th Wonder y'all |
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[Skyzoo] |
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I've been an originator, if my name's on it, I'm the creator |
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So on a day to day, I'm duckin from perpetrators |
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Haters talk a lotta nonsense, this, that and the third |
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But when Sky get to stompin, they sit back on they words |
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Homie I ain't deep with that bullshit |
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You bite my style, you blocked down on some Paid In Full shit |
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I dry it up quick, I don't play with my music |
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If you don't got the heart of the talent then you shouldn't do this |
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Everybody wanna shine, everybody spit bars |
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Everybody got rhymes and everybody click hard |
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But the truth is, none of your vehicles is ruthless |
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And havin an imaginary burner can't do shit |
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But I do what I do, move how I move |
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My life's like a lost video for 2 Live Crew |
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Still got the hood on smash |
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So when I look over my shoulders New York is lookin right back |
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[Hook: Skyzoo] |
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Slow down to speed racin, dudes keep hatin |
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But the minute we gone, we become they favourite |
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Everybody tough, everybody talk flagrant |
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But when the chips is down, nobody wanna say shit |
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Slow it down, slow it down y'all (slow it down y'all) |
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Slow it down, slow it down y'all (slow it down y'all) |
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Speed racin, dudes keep hatin |
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But the minute we gone, we become they favourite |
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Slow it down... |
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[Phonte] |
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Uh, Phontigga still sick with the homonyms |
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I say what up to your mans and your moms and 'nem |
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A lotta niggas wanna take my place |
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Deep down, get the fuck out my space like Tom and 'nem |
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I'm up in Topshop wanderin, how the game got fucked up |
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Sat back and assessed it - niggas really think |
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That if they ain't been arrested |
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Shot or locked up, we ain't interested |
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That ain't all true, and that ain't all you |
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And if it ain't, ain't no need to lie about it |
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Just cause a nigga got the skills to sell dope |
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Don't mean he got the same skills to rap about it |
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I came to rep the true article |
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Makin every word, every verse spill like it was a part of you |
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I never rhyme about no robbin or thievin |
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And still got you niggas bobbin and weavin |
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Like after school, so fuck haters, and the naysayers |
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On the low, niggas is probably eighth graders |
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Cats that won't play us cause they play favourites |
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In the long term, on my own terms I'll make it |
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[Hook] |
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[Rapper Big Pooh] |
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The illest there is, the realest you know |
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9th Wonder on the drums, an impeccable flow |
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Toe for toe, the only heavy spitters you know |
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Say I'm in it for the money but I came with doe |
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That's for sho', niggas do thangs for show |
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Buy shit they don't need, six months they po' |
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Out the do', record movin out the sto' |
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But they car repo'd, house resold |
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Momma said everything that glitters ain't gold |
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Truth be told I got what you need right now |
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Pound for pound, we can go round for round |
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But you lookin at the best up from the underground, dig it! |
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[Chaundon] |
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I got the roof on fire and the city under siege |
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Name one rapper fuckin with me, bitch please |
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That's work, niggas is wack - if you was rhymin in the mirror |
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Your reflection would be meldin it back |
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Lyrically I can't stand y'all niggas |
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I'ma start T-Painin your career, turnin rappers into singers |
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And I know some of y'all are like "Who the fuck is he?" |
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Or confident - "I know he ain't talkin to me" |
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Slow it down, niggas too quick to run their miles |
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Get Down with the King, this is Chaundon's House |
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Big does on the couch drinkin ginger ale and vodka |
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Bet my publishin, he can outshine your rasta |
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Lords of the Underground, we some Chief Rockers |
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This is the A-Team, I'm {?} |
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This is that crack, this is that coke |
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Said a few drug references, now they say I'm dope |
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[Hook] |
