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Yo the NY city got a nigga feelin' shitty tryin' to make it through the struggle niggas bubble in the jungle selling crack by the bundles yo these raps might hunt you like a cat in the jungle spittin' lines off the humble make your whole team crumble, what the fuck made you fumble? in these streets where they fuck you like the face of a demon |
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I repent every evening, trapped in the |
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Eden, starvin', never eatin' yo |
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I stay bleedin', while you jakes stay tryin' to take freedom |
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I'm like just a brother tryin' break even movin' through these odd days watchin' every snake breathin' ready to deface the |
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Eden at night i'm like just tryin' to reshape the meaning of life flowing on mics, blowing you types off of the earth livin' it worse, holdin' our life, ready to burst on the first thinking he got it, yo, the apple stays rotten [Chorus - Vordul] stress rap, this applies to where we rest at |
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NY City full with nothing but stressed cats that wanna test that flame of yours, but not ready when we aim, the war's absolute retaliation against all for real |
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Vast Aire [Vordul]: [starvin... Harlem] yo, yo, elohim, with the rhyme scheme and when the lyrics leave the mouth they look like light beams with wings attached to the mic |
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I say fly rhymes read between the lines [Aire Vast lines] the beat be tryin' to sex me and marry me (what?) |
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I'm talking white picket fence and a family [of Vasts] they stand behind me, and reflect reality stage one- master of ceremonies and when the seven magnificent walked in raisin' hell to lower heaven we explored all the crevices brothers is mad |
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I wear knowledge like a third degree, burn, light the match, put it to the rhyme book, make sure it all fits in the urn the cream of life, beats and rhymes are butter that in which |
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I churn stupid, you could say these masculine thoughts are homosexual 'cause they blow heads like that dead clothes designer all men were created equal, emcees are uneven ask blind man |
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Steven if he's even seen how the sunset looks that's something you couldn't feel with a braille book |
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I'm hear to smack your ear drum long, so hum along let's communicate with rhythm, tell 'em to come along you'll get smacked right in the kisser like |
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Jackie Gleason and watch sun/son set it off like light decreasing, oh shit watch sun/son set it off like light decreasing [Chorus] |
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Vordul [Vast]: [What's going on?] |
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Everything going wrong in the ghetto cops |
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Desert Storm on blocks lettin' off and they gettin' off on the ease on the corner |
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Ds hop out of unmarked |
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Vs and squeeze 'till we on our knees ? po' on ice put us in the freeze on the streets of bloody beasts, hoodies and fiends |
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I stay muddy in a sleeze with ozs, breathin' through the vein cold got my whole frame froze tryin' to escape hold twist off the |
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L, they got ice in my grill and i'm dirty and all i need for them to unlawfully search me throw me in a cell, seven thirty with thoughts hurtin', searchin' for freedom we tryin' to get it and we stay bleedin' hear that, one time i'll scream pheonix [Vast] yo it's the starvin', happy |
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Harlem, rap magician chained underwater, in sixty seconds the body's missing snake in the grass at six feet you can hear him hissin' |
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I got a problem with your mouth, so |
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I don't listen stress rap, you got one, |
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I got five you do yours, |
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I do mine, but |
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I'm still alive they used to call me crazy joe, add a bazooka now they can call me batman, beyond your maneuvers shit, |
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I'm Atoms |
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Fam to the bone marrow fuck a soul, even |
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God knows this body is hollow you love |
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New York, but |
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New York don't love you you're just a toy with |
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Lucille Ball's hairdo on the mic it's all magic and |
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I got short sleeves and |
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I'm just that nice, |
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I might let you breathe put a mic in front of me, and |
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I'm gonna bless it hummingbird style, seventy times in one second hummingbird style, seventy times in one second [Chorus 2X] |
