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Part 1 - New City: 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 as fuck. Get FILA on the phone. Tell 'em I'm fresh as fuck. Let's collab

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
All these Hoover comparisons
They all foolish, untrue and they too common
Me? They'll probably me
With my penis erect like Tutankhamun
They say that I'm out of my noodle while I'm
Cause I off the roof with rhymin'
Make money very fast, so fast I bury cash
I'm Nicky Barnes in
Wishin' I had 50 arms so I could bags
Ask around, ho, I'm lowkey
Ask if I'm OG, I answer back OG Maco
askin', "Why'd you did that underground album?"
I ask, "What you ask for?"
Matter of fact, so what? My is art
I might drop PRhyme shit, then say, "Fuck an album"
lunchin' and drop a couple cold cuts À la carte
I got a good life, man, we and they're broke
They get bread, the knot in my the size of Dej Loaf
We live, we ride, them
We love to call a pair of FILAs 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 fastest rapper's big
To double the size of the on Shaq Fu
Truth, spaz rap, sick with it, I 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, niggas be clapped up
And smeared all over the atmosphere
And that everything that you type in all caps must
Be clear from laptop, screen, even your atmosfere
On the to richs like G Rap
Except this road is made of golden and this is the victory lap
What I spit is so visually
That when they hear me they me sober
But picture the relapse
Your favorite rappers's least rapper...
Wait, I'll
I'm the reason why their release is backed

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