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It's the paragraph
The wild fashioner
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? that
You know I'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat, the kind of attack
Steamin' ___, 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 like you own the spot, or not
It's that no 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
it up loud make the whole block rattle
Boom boom- this one is gettin' hot
Boom boom- make you bust shot from the Glock

(Chorus)
From the 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 playing with your tongues
From the streets my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is none
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your

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