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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 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, they and they too common
Me? They'll probably me
With my penis still erect like
They say that I'm out of my noodle I'm freestylin'
Cause I come off the with rhymin'
money very fast, so fast I gotta bury cash
I'm Nicky in Barneys
Wishin' I had 50 arms so I carry bags
Ask around, ho, I'm lowkey
Ask if I'm OG, I answer like OG Maco
Niggas askin', "Why'd you did underground album?"
I ask, "What you ask for?"
Matter of fact, so My style 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 rich and broke
They get bread, the knot in my pocket the size of Dej
We live, we ride, them
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 double the of the asscrack on Shaq Fu
Truth, spaz rap, sick it, I spit shit 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, weird be clapped up
And smeared all the fuckin' atmosphere
And that everything that you type in all caps must
Be clear from your laptop, screen, even atmosfere
On the road to 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 least rapper...
Wait, elaborate
I'm the reason why their release is backed

Wait, wait, whoa, please my keys, my nigga