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Go out into the field and rap to these

I got the concrete my feet
I got right next to my body
I got the hood notes so street get float on
I got the ease back style, out what i'm typin

Noise, noise, noise,

To summarize a lick at the man with the
Come fight act like new york
can squeeze deep of the way
Why g mayors dis it
We sway we determine the prey
He swings the whole in original
Scare steelo's weak scream and a whisper
Blow the right over black people grow

We

Noise, noise, noise,

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

i full rule what we do

We

Noise, noise, noise,

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

I get sly when i feel the vibe, uh
The seven gets eleven i'm filled with the vibes
Now i'm flyin high through the dimension
As i travel to get a piece of the action
i'm maxin with the actual facts men
As we relax to a black ceaser and third vision
My is precision, supreme mathematician
Indeed i'm true and livin i'm givin

Noise, noise, noise,

Brothers the blowouts develop your envelopes
it, amp it, raise your razor blade
Found downtown in the land of
My say books, i say sneaks and name buckles
Pigs say freeze boy, shit, i chuckles
Fence
Walkin by fronts from my jip in the flatty
Everthing cherry george just stole a caddy
Who bust dex was the next
Dre

Then he sipped his
Then he clipped his vex, the context
Beep code, street clothes and all the nose
Hotter microphone, heater the jammy
My family consists one
Comrades, ghetto streets, gods than greeks
The twos eleven till death toy
Now you understand what i'm about
Now you understand what my is about
Now you understand what new york is
We

Noise, noise, noise,

just

Noise, noise, noise,

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