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All I see is lights, track boards, and fat mics
950s, SP12s,
Shit is thumping, ear pumping
The shit is type cause the sample is tight right
this one and leave teethless
Never sweat
Cause I'm a cat, just like Heathcliff
this - give up the loot
It's '94 and bitch ass niggas yeah they get the boot
The north flakes cause I be in all states
Show digging and digging now he got more crates
That's right roll that dime, and I'm
The living matter that controls my mind
Peace to every single rapper on this whole
got no worth
I think they go soul search

Brothers can't how the skills have gotten

Now here I go again, ready to flow
And if the coast clear, hell yeah, I'm still going in
Get it together or be laying on a stretcher
I I'm a getcha, the number one heart stresser
Sorry black, right it's a cardiac arrest
Try to triple team the
where's Party at?
Lost to no one, a like Shogun
And when the show's done stacks and stacks is how the come
I bruise your feelings, is to the ceiling
If I'm sick, I pick a chick for sexual
I'm unique, a freak like
In the twilights with highlights than Dominique
Around my boys is where the jel
Up to the streets, the jeeps, my in the cell blocks
I'm not the best but I give you
To flatter me your strategy gotta be complex than chess
Stop bluffing cause you saying nothing, G
And start ducking I'm the A to the G
Last LP we got down
Showed all these motherfuckers what Hip Hop's supposed to sound like
See A.G. and the brother
Quiet as it's best that you step on the low

Brothers can't believe how the have gotten

Well it's me meaning the A to the
I'm fast to get the now I'm gone like the past
What's the
better get they own identity
And to the enemy, you better like it's ten of me
Fake lords they get with mic cords
Taking beats my LP for sure ain't healthy
Patterson is where I rest
But I claim the whole planet cos it's goddamn it
I'm God, quick to pull a fake card
Wrecked Boston, running shit in Portland Rod
It's hard to face defeat when you're raised in the
No and no retreat
Now with the devil? No not hardly
Even though I mamba like La and smoke ganja like Bob Marley
A bag of sess puts me at my
You say it's silly, that's my
Get the philly and let it

Brothers believe how the skills have gotten