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Part 1 - New York City: Nov. 13, Royce Da 5'9"]
Ayo, get Frank the Butcher on the phone. Tell him it's in style to be a again. Tell 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 Hoover
They all foolish, they untrue and they too
Me? They'll probably me
With my penis still erect Tutankhamun
They say that I'm out of my while I'm freestylin'
Cause I off the roof with rhymin'
Make money fast, so fast I gotta bury cash
I'm Nicky Barnes in
I had 50 arms so I could carry bags
Ask around, ho, I'm wacko
Ask if I'm OG, I answer back like OG
askin', "Why'd you did that underground album?"
I ask, "What you ask for?"
Matter of fact, so what? My is art
I drop this PRhyme shit, then say, "Fuck an album"
Start lunchin' and drop a couple cuts À la carte
I got a good life, man, we and they're broke
get bread, the knot in my pocket the size of Dej Loaf
We live, we ride, them
We to call a pair of FILAs them FILAs

Old school, syllables, cadences,

Part 2 - New 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 double the of the asscrack on Shaq Fu
Truth, spaz rap, sick it, I spit shit in a class blackbooth
clad in a Hazmat suit
You talk shit on the internet, then you disappear, poof
Bad back, gat bust, weird niggas be up
And smeared all over the atmosphere
And that means that you type in all caps must
Be clear from your laptop, screen, your atmosfere
On the road to like G Rap
Except this road is of golden roses and this is the victory lap
What I is so visually dope
That they hear me they image me sober
But they picture the
Your favorite least favorite rapper...
Wait, I'll
I'm the why their release date is backed

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