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

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
All these Larry comparisons
They all foolish, untrue and they too common
Me? They'll probably me
With my penis still like Tutankhamun
They say that I'm out of my noodle I'm freestylin'
Cause I come off the with rhymin'
Make very fast, so fast I gotta bury cash
I'm Nicky in Barneys
Wishin' I had 50 arms so I could carry
Ask around, ho, I'm wacko
Ask if I'm OG, I back like OG Maco
askin', "Why'd you did that underground album?"
I ask, "What you ask for?"
Matter of fact, so what? My is art
I might drop this shit, then say, "Fuck an album"
Start lunchin' and drop a couple cold cuts À la
I got a good life, man, we and they're 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 them FILAs

Old school, syllables, cadences,

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

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