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Part 1 - New York Nov. 13, 1992[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"]
Ayo, get Frank the Butcher on the phone. Tell him it's in style to be a lyricist again. Tell him I'm fresh as fuck. Get FILA on the phone. Tell 'em I'm as fuck. Let's collab

1: Royce Da 5'9"]
All these Hoover comparisons
They all foolish, they untrue and they too
Me? They'll probably me
With my penis erect like Tutankhamun
They say that I'm out of my noodle I'm freestylin'
Cause I come off the roof with
Make money very fast, so I gotta bury cash
I'm Nicky Barnes in
Wishin' I had 50 arms so I could bags
Ask around, ho, I'm wacko
Ask if I'm OG, I answer back OG Maco
Niggas askin', "Why'd you did underground album?"
I ask, "What you ask for?"
Matter of fact, so what? My is art
I might drop this PRhyme shit, say, "Fuck an album"
lunchin' and drop a couple cold cuts À la carte
I got a good life, man, we and they're broke
They get bread, the knot in my pocket the size of Dej
We live, we ride, 850is
We love to call a pair of them FILAs

Old school, syllables, cadences,

Part 2 - New City: Nov. 13, 2014[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]
cash, grassroots M6
White rag roof, the backlash of the fastest rapper's big
To double the of the asscrack on Shaq Fu
Truth, spaz rap, sick with it, I spit shit in a class
Head-to-toe clad in a Hazmat
You shit on the internet, then you disappear, hashtag poof
Bad back, gat bust, weird niggas be up
And smeared all over the fuckin'
And that means everything that you in all caps must
Be clear your laptop, screen, even your atmosfere
On the to richs like G Rap
Except this road is made of golden and this is the victory lap
What I spit is so visually
That when they hear me image me sober
But they picture the
Your rappers's least favorite rapper...
Wait, I'll
I'm the reason why their release date is

Wait, wait, whoa, please grab my keys, my