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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 kind of a track
You to rap, remember that? It's that
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 you own the spot, home or not
It's that no mood to play, out the my way
Yo, I been whistlin' this tune from the day
Hey, yo, this is that ol' y'all niggas wanna battle
Turn it up loud make the whole block
Boom boom- this one is blazin' hot
Boom boom- make you bust shot from the Glock

(Chorus)
From the streets below to above
To the heart that Ra-kim Allah's blood
I I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with tongues
the streets beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is still
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with tongues

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