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It's the ambassador
The wild style
the god Rakim, the master
Feel

(1st verse)
This is lost ass track off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember that? It's
You know I'm at, there go the gat
me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind of attack
Steamin' ___, navigatin' the map
with a chick, she got her head on your lap, ya hand on your gat
Premeditated plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest mens in the
Comb the block, stop in the that's hot
Get out like you own the spot, or not
It's no mood to play, move out the my way
Yo, I been whistlin' tune from throughout the day
Hey, yo, this is that ol' y'all niggas don't wanna
Turn it up loud make the block rattle
boom- this one is gettin' blazin' hot
Boom make you bust another shot from the Glock

(Chorus)
the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah's
I swear I kick a in your speaker and pull the plug
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your
From the streets my feet to the sun
I'm one and competition is still none
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is tug-a-war with your tongues

(2nd verse)
we come now
Turntable like a merry-go-round
Never slow down, on how good your stereo sounds
Set it, up in the hood we go surround
Tearin' through towns, turn 'em into burial
This is the that made Theodore wanna scratch
The track that caused the