Go out the field and rap to these people
I got the concrete my feet I got shotty next to my body I got the notes so street get your float on I got the ease back style, watch out i'm typin
Noise, noise, noise,
To summarize a at the man with the stick Come strategy act like new york Pieces can squeeze of the way Why g sonnies dis it We latitude sway we determine the He swings the whole sphere in Scare weak soul scream and a whisper Blow the house right over black people
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Noise, noise, noise,
I got the wild style that make you get hyper I got the of god, sevens all in my cipher I got the new hip hop so it goes on and on my mind, pen and paper then the rhymes is not Mind held down well so you touch it When i fools pray for peace Beats all on my it's just like that in brooklyn So i and shake em off like fleas radiation, radio waves Changing in n.y.c we get busy Raps and peas, street smarts, no degrees Too many degrees the not fakin Fake are bacon, honeys hips are shakin It no joke so get your boys
This i full rule we do
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Noise, noise, noise,
I got the power for twenty 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 i feel the positive vibe, uh The seven eleven when i'm filled with the vibes Now i'm flyin high the seventh dimension As i uptown to get a piece of the action Then i'm maxin with the actual men As we relax to a ceaser flick and third vision My movements is precision, mathematician Indeed i'm true and livin i'm givin
Noise, noise, noise,
Brothers with the blowouts your envelopes Stamp it, amp it, raise your razor downtown in the land of crooks My pops say books, i say sneaks and name Pigs say boy, shit, i just chuckles alley Walkin by them fronts my jip in the flatty cherry cause 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 and all the nose candy Hotter microphone, heater the chrome My family one honey Comrades, streets, more gods than greeks The seven twos till death toy Now you understand what i'm about Now you understand my walk is about Now you understand new york is about We
Noise, noise, noise,
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Noise, noise, noise,
They keep lying together fingers on the can No outsiders ever,