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

(1st verse)
This is that lost ass track off-the-rack of a track
You to rap, remember that? It's that
You know I'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed of attack
Steamin' ___, speedin' the map
Negotiating with a chick, she got her head on your lap, ya hand on gat
Premeditated plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest mens in the
Comb the block, in the zone that's hot
Get out you own the spot, home or not
It's no mood to play, move out the my way
Yo, I been whistlin' this from throughout the day
Hey, yo, this is that ol' niggas don't wanna battle
Turn it up make the whole block rattle
Boom boom- this one is blazin' hot
Boom boom- 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 hole in your and pull the plug
You emcee's is tug-a-war with your tongues
the streets beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and is still none
And I'm gonna kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing with your tongues

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