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It's the ambassador
The style 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 where I'm at, 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 hand on gat
Premeditated plan of attack, with two of your most 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 mood to play, out the my way
Yo, I been whistlin' this tune from the day
Hey, yo, this is that ol' niggas don't wanna battle
Turn it up make the whole block rattle
Boom boom- this one is gettin' hot
Boom boom- make you bust another shot from the

(chorus)
From the streets below to everything
To the heart 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 with 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 speakers and pullin'
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your

(2nd verse)
we come now
Turntable spin like a
Never slow down, depending on how your stereo sounds
Set it, up in the where we go surround
Tearin' through towns, 'em into burial grounds
is the track that made theodore wanna scratch
The that caused the first kid to spin on his back
And we saw, kids spray-painting the wall
While of y'all was waitin' for war breakin' the law
It's no antidote what you can't provoke
So just relax with your girls or mans and smoke
And take a real hit, soon as it bang you quick
It's real thick, this is ol' real shit
This is the of designs for you to listen to
Reminiscin' the times and nothin' in
Keep you goin' just like a whole pot of
Have you and your shorty 80 in a 40

(chorus)
the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps ra-kim blood
I swear I kick a in your speaker and pull the plug
You is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
the streets beneath my feet to the sun
I'm number one and competition is still
And I'm gonna kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs

(3rd verse)
You know what is
Yeah kid, give up riches
Vicious, visions is not for motion
Unstoppable, witcha sickest clique of niggas
Or witcha missus, gettin tropical
Makin' faces, places her tongue hits
Suck her neck or just peck, better to it
The ep is in effect dusk to sunset
She a rim shot all over her drum set
Jump the bed rubbin' your head- it's sex
50 to keep a love 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, him a minute, he'll grow
And all you gotta do is play the track
I'm and revived, baby, back again

(chorus)
From the below to everything 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 is still none
And I'm gonna kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with tongues

Yo!
it, yo!

I'm than leopards running across the vast desert
In twenty-two yards per to catch me to daily delicatessen
It takes me thirty minutes to eat'em, minutes to digest'em,
And minutes for it to pass through my intestines
So ask yourself a question? (what )
Can the canibus
Is a fuckin porcupine swine?
No to make up your mind, you wanna run or die?
you while you're running by, trip you up from behind
My rhymes, confuse
Like try to gang-bang
Wearin' a blue shirt and red pants, up signs with there left hand
out on the corner of wetlands with a confederate flag for a headband
God dam eggplants, getting' me vexed man
Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like sav
And I can't seem to get away it
I dreamed that I stabbed leviathan the stomach, and ate from it
In my past life I 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
Nine-hundred nine hundred and ninety nine
When I aim and fire my rhymes, like a cannon balls flying
Striking you one at a time, in a line
While the art of is steady dieing
Canibus and allah is still in there prime!

(chorus)
From the streets to everything above
To the heart pumps ra-kim allah's blood
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 number one and competition is still
And I'm gonna keep holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
You is playing tug-a-war with your tongues