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It's the ambassador
The wild style
It's the God rakim, the
Feel

(1st verse)
is that lost ass track off-the-rack kind of a track
You forced to rap, remember that? it's
You know I'm at, there go the gat
Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind of
Steamin' ___, navigatin' 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 mens in the back
Comb the block, stop in the zone hot
Get out like you own the spot, or not
It's that no to play, move out the my way
Yo, I been this tune from throughout the day
Hey, yo, this is that ol' y'all niggas wanna battle
it up loud make the whole block rattle
Boom this one is gettin' blazin' hot
Boom boom- make you bust another shot the glock

(chorus)
From the streets below to above
To the that pumps ra-kim allah's blood
I swear I a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
You is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
From the beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is none
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin'
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war your tongues

(2nd verse)
Here we now
Turntable like a merry-go-round
Never slow down, depending on how good stereo sounds
Set it, up in the hood where we go
Tearin' through towns, turn 'em into burial
This is the track made theodore wanna scratch
The track caused the first kid to spin on his back
And we saw, kids spray-painting the wall
While some of y'all was for war breakin' the law
It's no antidote it's what you provoke
So relax with your girls or your mans and smoke
And take a real hit, soon as it bang you feel
It's real thick, this is ol' real shit
This is the description of designs for you to to
Reminiscin' the times and in particular
Keep you goin' like a whole pot of coffee
you and your shorty doin' 80 in a 40

(chorus)
From the streets below to everything
To the heart that ra-kim allah's blood
I swear I kick a hole in speaker and pull the plug
You emcee's is tug-a-war with your tongues
From the streets my feet to the sun
I'm one and competition is still none
And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your and pullin' plugs

(3rd verse)
You know what is
Yeah kid, up your riches
Vicious, visions is not for pictures
Unstoppable, witcha sickest clique of niggas
Or witcha missus, tropical kisses
Makin' faces, anticipatin' places her hits
Suck her or just peck, better to funk it
The ep is in effect from to sunset
She want a rim shot all her drum set
the bed rubbin' your head- it's rough sex
50 ways to keep a wet
Down and up the with crazy positions left till she upset
"damn, baby, you ain't yet? "
Hell, no- big as a elbow
Gel soft, well blow, give him a minute, he'll
And all you gotta do is play the track
I'm ready and revived, baby, back

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

Yo!
it, yo!

I'm faster than leopards running across the vast
In twenty-two yards per to catch me to daily delicatessen
It takes me minutes to eat'em, forty minutes to digest'em,
And minutes for it to pass through my intestines
So ask a question? (what question? )
Can the canibus
Is a porcupine half swine?
No time to make up your mind, you run or die?
Clip you while you're running by, trip you up behind
My rhymes, confuse
somebody try to gang-bang
Wearin' a blue shirt and red pants, throwin' up signs with there hand
Standin' out on the corner of wetlands with a confederate flag for a
God dam eggplants, niggas getting' me man
Cause I'm surrounded by like fred sav
And I can't to get away from it
I dreamed that I leviathan through the stomach, and ate from it
In my life I slayed hundreds, and in the life before that
I played trumpets, to warn you that I was
There's one billion ways to die, and I tried
Nine-hundred million nine hundred and nine
When I aim and fire my rhymes, a hundred cannon balls flying
Striking you one at a time, in a parallel
While the art of is steady dieing
and rakim allah is still in there prime!

(chorus)
From the streets below to above
To the that pumps ra-kim allah's blood
I swear I a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war your tongues
From the streets beneath my to the sun
I'm number one and competition is none
And I'm keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is tug-a-war with your tongues