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Automatic,


Just it in

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

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

She got
I gots the platinum voice
Like syrup, for delf roaming, the New boroughs
As they temp our perms, plus I ride the iron
Uptown across down, from the boogie with no
to my marrow, then
Ease on to Crooklyn
Hold it, as loot in my and army suits
Parlayin where Malcolm stood, now brothers they blow out
A nigga pig, dig me picking my fucking 'fro out
up the one tree fives
The
The eject these
That's word to herb
Now the
I play like, primo supreme hustler
hair, oil slick, loyal to kick and dirty snare
Little
to the nom de plum butter
Nice, rubber, slicer and cutter
In a freshly dip state, I
avenue be making the most bacon?
My gets the loot out, what's shaking
We getting live, dreaming in the central ave. bus stop
Then I call bust out,
Seems that the dream team's me, Mecca the god, and

If your beats is

And on
Then I'm
Hey, hey, hey

Easin in as as I can

You my motions, slimmer with no limo
I ride the c local, and my army brimmer
bless the vibes, pro symbolize
Built the fives, my clique then amplified
Sounds as we ease, beneath the New York
Pounds as we dip, increase these New tunes
It's the I have
Nappy and happy, June 12th, I self say that exists
Imported on the ships, with around the fist
to afros, black cats, and fist picks
Still creating boogies, and the styles want
Now they try to move us, for the we flaunt
But I, seen it sunny, 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 into the blue train cover
The real got surreal we feel you ain't a gangster
When I was a youngster ate jazz and
Freedom had a pistol it was like that
Old earth gave me kisses to her and power records
these 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 right
The music's
Departing out of Crooklyn, Saturday night
The the god was rocking type way out of sight
Limping past the
See my man,

the mic check counts
My amounts is
I don't out
I get loot out cause I'm fresh
Hit you with the gold grin, with diamond look
Muhammad made em, paid him
I was
I tell an in a eye blink
you wack as crack
Cee-know got my
And we can laugh

And for example, we this
Lifted up on
And for complexing, like brass and skin
We of this, built this with boogie down

Outs the clowns, in the
With the

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

in as slick as I can

Quiet please, please
Welcome to class
Black 700 the art of easing
I'm your instructor Mr. Castro
Take a look at your
You are required to be out, and dip daily
Guess, army suits, timbs, lugz,
Quiet in the back, quiet please
You will have two
And finally, we are taking a field
To the East Star
Projects speak perfect
caeser, superfly, golden
These are the images we want you in
Please, you be quiet Mr. Simmons
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