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It's the paragraph
The wild style
It's the god Rakim, the
this

(1st verse)
This is that lost ass track off-the-rack of a track
You forced to rap, that? It's that
You know I'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat, the kind of attack
Steamin' ___, speedin' 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
the block, stop 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 tune from the day
Hey, yo, this is that ol' niggas don't wanna battle
it up loud make the whole block rattle
Boom boom- this one is gettin' hot
Boom make you bust another shot from the Glock

(Chorus)
From the streets below to everything
To the heart that pumps Ra-kim blood
I I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with tongues
From the streets my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is still
And I'm gonna keep kicking 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
slow 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 track caused the firs