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It's the ambassador
The wild fashioner
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 it's that
You know where I'm at, go the gat
Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind of
Steamin' ___, navigatin' the map
Negotiating a chick, she got her head on your lap, ya hand on your gat
Premeditated plan of attack, with two of most deadliest mens in the back
the block, stop in the zone that's hot
Get out you own the spot, home or not
It's that no to play, move out the my way
Yo, I been whistlin' tune from throughout the day
Hey, yo, this is that ol' y'all niggas don't battle
it up loud make the whole block rattle
Boom boom- one is gettin' blazin' hot
Boom boom- make you bust another shot the glock

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

(2nd verse)
Here we 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' towns, turn 'em into burial grounds
This is the track that made theodore wanna
The that caused the first kid to spin on his back
And then we saw, kids spray-painting the
While some of y'all was for war breakin' the law
It's no it's what you can't provoke
So just relax with your girls or your and smoke
And take a real hit, soon as it bang you feel
It's real thick, this is that ol' real
This is the description of designs for you to to
the times and nothin' in particular
Keep you goin' just like a whole pot of
Have you and shorty doin' 80 in a 40

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

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

(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
From the streets beneath my to the sun
I'm number one and competition is still
And I'm gonna kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your

Yo!
it, yo!

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

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