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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

1: Royce Da 5'9"]
All these Larry comparisons
They all foolish, they untrue and they too
Me? They'll 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 arms so I carry bags
Ask around, ho, I'm wacko
Ask if I'm OG, I answer like OG Maco
Niggas askin', "Why'd you did that album?"
I ask, "What you ask for?"
Matter of fact, so what? My is art
I might drop this PRhyme shit, say, "Fuck an album"
Start and drop 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 City: Nov. 13, 2014[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]
cash, grassroots M6
White rag roof, the backlash of the fastest rapper's big
To the size of the asscrack on Shaq Fu
Truth, spaz rap, sick it, I spit shit in a class blackbooth
Head-to-toe clad in a Hazmat
You talk 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 from your laptop, screen, even your atmosfere
On the road to like G Rap
Except this road is made of golden roses and this is the lap
What I spit is so visually
That when hear me they image me sober
But picture the relapse
Your favorite rappers's least rapper...
Wait, elaborate
I'm the reason why their date is backed

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