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Go out into the field and rap to these

I got the under my feet
I got shotty next to my body
I got the hood so street get your float on
I got the ease back style, watch out i'm typin

Noise, noise, noise,

To summarize a lick at the man the stick
Come strategy fight act like new
Pieces can squeeze of the way
Why g mayors dis it
We latitude sway we determine the
He the whole sphere in original
Scare weak soul scream and a whisper
Blow the house right over black people

We

Noise, noise, noise,

I got the wild style that make you get hyper
I got the knowledge of god, sevens all in my
I got the new hip hop so it goes on and on
Lose my mind, pen and then the rhymes is not
held down well so you can't touch it
When i discharge fools for peace
Beats all on my back just like that in brooklyn
So i vibrate and em off like fleas
Electromatic radiation, waves
Changing
Here in n.y.c we get
and peas, street smarts, no college degrees
Too degrees the freeze not fakin
Fake are bacon, honeys hips are shakin
It no joke so get your boys

This i full what we do

We

Noise, noise, noise,

I got the for twenty four hours
I got the love pump, don't front
I got the fly joints pat, like that, like
I got the motion got my float, got my clique

I get sly when i the positive vibe, uh
The seven gets eleven when i'm filled with the
Now i'm flyin through the seventh dimension
As i travel uptown to get a piece of the
Then i'm maxin the actual facts men
As we relax to a ceaser flick and third vision
My movements is precision, mathematician
Indeed i'm true and when i'm givin

Noise, noise, noise,

Brothers the blowouts develop your envelopes
Stamp it, amp it, raise your blade
Found in the land of crooks
My pops say books, i say and name buckles
say freeze boy, shit, i just chuckles
Fence
Walkin by them fronts from my jip in the
Everthing cherry cause george just a caddy
Who dex was the question next
Dre

Then he sipped his
Then he his vex, display the context
Beep code, street clothes and all the nose
microphone, heater the chrome jammy
My consists one honey
Comrades, streets, more gods than greeks
The seven eleven till death toy
Now you what i'm talking about
Now you understand what my walk is
Now you what new york is about
We

Noise, noise, noise,

just

Noise, noise, noise,

They keep lying together like on the can
No outsiders ever,