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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

1: Royce Da 5'9"]
All these Larry Hoover
They all foolish, untrue and they too common
Me? They'll mummify me
With my still erect like Tutankhamun
They say that I'm out of my while I'm freestylin'
Cause I come off the with rhymin'
Make money very fast, so I gotta bury cash
I'm Barnes in Barneys
Wishin' I had 50 arms so I could bags
Ask around, ho, I'm lowkey
Ask if I'm OG, I back 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 might drop this shit, then say, "Fuck an album"
Start and drop a couple cold cuts À la carte
I got a good life, man, we rich and they're
They get bread, the knot in my pocket the of Dej Loaf
We live, we ride, 850is
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 of the fastest rapper's big enough
To double the size of the on Shaq Fu
Truth, spaz rap, sick with it, I spit in a class blackbooth
Head-to-toe clad in a suit
You talk shit on the internet, you disappear, hashtag poof
Bad back, gat bust, weird be clapped up
And smeared all over the atmosphere
And that everything that you type in all caps must
Be clear from your laptop, screen, your atmosfere
On the road to richs 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 they picture the
Your rappers's least favorite rapper...
Wait, I'll
I'm the reason why their release is backed

Wait, wait, whoa, grab my keys, my nigga