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I got the wild style that make you get hyper I got the of god, sevens all in my cipher I got the new york hip hop so it on and on my mind, pen and paper then the rhymes is not Mind held down so you can't touch it When i discharge fools for peace Beats all on my back it's like that in brooklyn So i vibrate and shake em off like radiation, radio waves Changing Here in n.y.c we get and peas, street smarts, no college degrees Too many the freeze not fakin Fake snakes are bacon, hips are shakin It ain't no joke so get your
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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 motion got my float, got my clique
I get sly when i the positive vibe, uh The seven gets eleven when i'm with the vibes Now i'm flyin through the seventh dimension As i uptown to get a piece of the action Then i'm maxin 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
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Brothers with the blowouts develop envelopes Stamp it, amp it, raise razor blade downtown in the land of crooks My pops say books, i say sneaks and buckles Pigs say boy, shit, i just chuckles alley Walkin by them from my jip in the flatty cherry cause george just stole a caddy Who dex was the question next Dre
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