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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. Tell him I'm fresh as fuck. Get FILA on the phone. 'em I'm fresh as fuck. Let's collab

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
All these Larry comparisons
They all foolish, they and they too common
Me? They'll mummify me
With my penis still erect like
They say that I'm out of my noodle I'm freestylin'
Cause I come off the roof rhymin'
Make very fast, so fast 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 back like OG Maco
Niggas askin', "Why'd you did underground album?"
I ask, "What you ask for?"
of fact, so what? My style is art
I might drop PRhyme shit, then say, "Fuck an album"
Start lunchin' and a couple cold cuts À la carte
I got a life, man, we rich and they're broke
They get bread, the knot in my the size of Dej Loaf
We live, we ride, them
We love to a pair of FILAs them FILAs

Old school, syllables, cadences,

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

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