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I was born, with the mic in my
Then I took it from Medina, to the S.I.
I up on the block, go out the truck, tt was the first of pit stops
The era of the spinnin' tops, the of hip hop
That was somethin', I had with
So I, made it my point to exploit this fly gift
Myself and RZA, made to the B.X
A of ferocious M.C.'s and talent T-Rex
in every ways, rap flows for every day
We knew we would get a reward for the price pay
The basic training was beyond
the caters of the verbal expressions, self explainin'
Were my boots out in constant across the borough
Tore the troops out the frame when challenge the most thorough
From concealed firing positions we let off the most
Dangerous with that, slang just shatter the coast
They say I rhyme like the bank stop
Cause M.C.'s be more then the dice that drop
if I'm rollin', then the point is definitely proven
Cause with the GZA holdin', that keep a nigga
I walk Broadway, from to Myrtle
Back to Quincy, cut whatever the expense be
They the Legend, run to the reverend
With headaches and blackouts, worse then severe

And when my job is
And it's time to get those comin' up some runs
So you can see where they from, from,
They say the is good
We gonna sling it from the of the hills of the hood
it's understood

We still search through the crates of songs that just
At times we play legendary on tapes
Unlikely confrontation with a clash of
In a G that was stored, be rain just poured
On and dogs, water that, flooded the stance
The violence and nature had the violence of man
That was bloodshed, from said, audible threats
Publicize regrets, alive or dead
A hand full from the dramatic plunge
While the rest kept babblin' and in tongues
the competition already slaked them in a scrimmage
He continued tarnish that, already faded
Any sport, when they short, majors don't need 'em
Then they broke, lose homes, lively hood and freedom
The could be a blunt object that make you choke
too many tokes, that'll recharge in growth
This Witty Unpredictable Talent or Game
With non added of slang, all actual fact
The high knock the chip off the shoulder
Strike like the perfect bowler, with damage
My hard to vanish, punishment, swift to sudden
advantage, brought to a level where you froze and can't speak
Trapped in the temperatures of that peak

And my job is done
And it's to get those that's comin' up some runs
So you can see they from, from, from
say the product is good
We gonna sling it from the slums of the hills of the
it's understood