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Part 1 - New City: 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

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
All these Larry comparisons
They all foolish, they and they too common
Me? probably mummify me
With my penis erect like Tutankhamun
They say that I'm out of my noodle while I'm
Cause I come off the roof with
Make money very fast, so fast I gotta bury
I'm Nicky in Barneys
Wishin' I had 50 so I could carry bags
Ask around, ho, I'm lowkey
Ask if I'm OG, I answer like OG Maco
Niggas askin', "Why'd you did that album?"
I ask, "What you ask for?"
of fact, so what? My style is art
I might this PRhyme shit, then say, "Fuck an album"
Start lunchin' and drop a couple cold cuts À la
I got a good life, man, we rich and broke
They get bread, the knot in my pocket the of Dej Loaf
We live, we ride, 850is
We love to call a pair of FILAs FILAs

Old school, syllables, cadences,

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

Wait, wait, whoa, grab my keys, my nigga