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the
Automatic,


Just it in

The feeling's
The music's
out of Crooklyn, type Saturday night
The gear the god was rocking type way out of
Limping past the
my man, a'ight
Steelo fat, solar type facts
Later for milk and honey, get the out this piece

I handle streets, all type
Just a seven no ???

She got
Cause I gots the platinum
Like syrup, for delf roaming, the New boroughs
As they temp our perms, I ride the iron worms
Uptown across down, from the boogie no faking
Ghetto to my marrow,
Ease on to Crooklyn
Hold it, as loot in my and army suits
Parlayin where Malcolm stood, now push they blow out
A slicker nigga pig, dig me picking my 'fro out
up the one tree fives
The
The eject these
That's word to green
Now the
I play that like, primo hustler
Nappy hair, oil slick, to kick and dirty snare
panther
Answers to the nom de butter
Nice, preciser rubber, and cutter
In a dip state, I contemplate
Whose be making the most bacon?
My honey gets the out, what's shaking
We getting live, dreaming being in the central ave. bus
Then I call bust out,
Seems that the dream me, Mecca the god, and Sulaiman

If your beats is

And on
Then I'm
Hey, hey, hey

Easin in as as I can

You know my motions, slimmer no limo
I ride the c local, and tilt my brimmer
Milt the vibes, pro symbolize
Built with the fives, my clique then
Sounds as we ease, beneath the New moon
Pounds as we dip, increase New York tunes
It's the universe I
Nappy and happy, June 12th, I don't say that exists
Imported on the ships, with irons around the
to afros, black cats, and fist picks
Still creating boogies, and the styles want
Now they try to us, for the styles we flaunt
But I, it sunny, plus seen rain
seen my moneys getting smoked for change
I left in the round up
up the god
When the
Blow to the
Sinks deep down into the blue cover
The got surreal cause we feel you ain't a gangster
When I was a ate jazz and black
Freedom had a it was just like that
Old earth gave me kisses to her and power records
Pumas flavors busy b mic checkin's
The crown says I'm down, from the up

But what if emcee

Come on, go

in as slick as I can

The feelings
The music's
Departing out of Crooklyn, Saturday night
The gear the god was type way out of sight
past the projects
See my man,

When the mic counts
My is cash
I don't out
I get that out cause I'm fresh
Hit you the gold front grin, with diamond look
Muhammad made em, Nikki him
I was
I an emcee in a eye blink
That you wack as
Cee-know got my
And we both can

And for example, we this
up on luck
And for complexing, brass and brown skin
We of this, this with south boogie down

Outs the clowns, in the
the cash

I em
Pass the ruck, or get by my comrade's badge
like my mom and dad had it
And did it

Easin in as as I can

Quiet please, quiet
Welcome to this
studies 700 the art of easing
I'm your instructor Mr. Castro
Take a at your syllabus
You are required to be plushed out, and dip
Guess, suits, timbs, lugz, whatever
Quiet please in the back, quiet
You will two texts
And finally, we are taking a trip
To the East Star
Projects speak perfect
caeser, superfly, golden
These are the we want you portrayed in
Please, could you be quiet Mr.
you