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It's the ambassador
The wild fashioner
It's the god Rakim, the
this

(1st verse)
This is that ass track off-the-rack kind of a track
You to rap, remember that? It's that
You where I'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed of attack
___, speedin' navigatin' the map
Negotiating with a chick, she got her head on your lap, ya on your gat
Premeditated plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest in the back
Comb the block, in the zone that's hot
Get out you own the spot, home or not
that 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 wanna battle
Turn it up loud make the whole block
Boom this one is gettin' blazin' hot
Boom boom- make you bust another from the Glock

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

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