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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. Tell 'em I'm fresh as fuck. collab

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
All these Hoover comparisons
They all foolish, they untrue and too common
Me? probably mummify me
With my penis still erect like
They say that I'm out of my while I'm freestylin'
Cause I off the roof with rhymin'
Make money very fast, so I gotta bury cash
I'm Barnes in Barneys
I had 50 arms so I could carry bags
Ask around, ho, I'm lowkey
Ask if I'm OG, I answer back OG Maco
Niggas askin', "Why'd you did that album?"
I ask, "What you ask for?"
Matter of fact, so My style is art
I might drop this shit, then say, "Fuck an album"
lunchin' and drop a couple cold cuts À la carte
I got a good life, man, we rich and they're
get bread, the knot in my pocket 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 Nov. 13, 2014[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]
Underground cash, M6
White rag roof, the of the fastest rapper's big enough
To double the 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 in all caps must
Be clear from laptop, screen, even your atmosfere
On the to richs like G Rap
this road is made of golden roses and this is the victory lap
What I is so visually dope
That when they hear me they image me
But they picture the
Your favorite rappers's favorite rapper...
Wait, elaborate
I'm the reason why their release is backed

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