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I that genuine shit in '96
Before you knew the underground or existed
I watched the scene straight jump on the dick
stepping to KCR lit and flexing my shit
No gun talk, no gimmicks, just rounds of raw
dusty intelligent wit and word murdering
A hardcore poetic informed without
Potent and shook the shit out of rappers who learned of me
I prescribe a new pill, revolution
Quickly defined the for indie rap distribution
Arrogant unafraid shit developed riding a train thinking of brain
Bad Example, that soon became bucks
Had sprung wondering where I came from
out, Independent as fuck, with an insane tongue
With an indelible of design monsters
Innovating the styles that biters look like imposters
So we scripted an album and signed to
a hundred thousand without a radio chart hit
Imposterous son is taking the hostage
Classic hip hop bombage dirty with progress
Now I've come from the '80s juvenile
Where was like Gimme that subway pass, kid. Good lookin
Now someone else is taking a ride with what's
So I had to develop with a death device cooked in
So when I battled in basements I had eight
Waiting for the four you had laced in
And I was taught to wait patient,
faggots make shit up just to get famous
So when I finally blew up I remained
Earning respect in ghettos and 'burbs for word
when the independent scene remained faceless
We were the only crew who promised ass we'd take it
Mold it, shape it, living the matrix
Hold it, it, more than miniature major labels
it sacred, living it for the culture
Told ya plainly, protected it the vultures
why I always get respect from true soldiers
That laugh at the critics claiming every year Hip hop's
YOU, hip hop just started
It's how the most nostalgic cats are the ones who were never part of it
But true veterans'll give dap to who started it
Then humbly move the fuck on and with that new retarded shit
New slang, new thought, new sound, new heart, you thought you
You clown, you don't, you
I won't dumb it down, I'm dumbing now for rounds
I'm a live mothefucker I'm gunning for clowns
You're a mime motherfucker, be coming for pounds
you can break out of that invisible box, you're not down
My favorite ones are the ones who started out young rappin
Comic books, spaceships, and 1
And even though they were soft had fun
But they couldn't break out the frame of the town they from
Some of these faggots to send me their demos
their puppy styles in the Company Flow kennels
But since they had no identity from the
They started to resent the scene they couldn't become a part

They've been for years and call themselves Vets, that's bold
Motherfucker, you're not a Vet just old
I'll the shit out you to continue my nerd rap
Making money fist over fist, fuck what you heard
Rookie cats about boom bap and golden ages
Pat themselves on the back for that new outdated shit
But been putting out vinyl since '93 and never looked back once
At ya'll trying to me
You don't innovate because you can't
It's not a choice despite what you might tell boys
your identity crisis under the table
I always knew who I was and I'll always be famous

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For the best in the biz
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Leave the CE, Off for crabs and bobbin hatorade
Dig it, daddy dug his own tunnel under the where the numbers bleed
Hunters froze up and exposed weeds
Tugboat, tug a rut out brutal dirt
The fuming oodles, it was right under your poodle skirt
Welcome to Bazooka Works, halogen halo
The revolution not be apologized for
Warbucks exlex on the fashion piggy pageant
While my dick's raw in a style magnet
Fraggle rock your four figure
I clock ninety nine cent
And still know the time when you flops
And this is on a sick with it
Exhibit A, E, S, Genesis of the klepto
Wanna burgle the buzz over definitive
a life of labor camps starts paying innovaters back
Baby, you ain't the collect?, Coooool
Stuck running bases with little under the wing of punchdrunk butter makers
That engine sputters while the hound dogs cutter mechnical
bantomweight puppies ain't rabid enough to snatch him
Poplock dynamos, is with a golden focal point
Come soak in it, resume sturdy composer soldier
Wrong name by a molar can often expose your
Watch a cobra hands to hold his own tongue when he notices
All city critter, bark with me
All filthy documents, cats piss on their kittie litter
Welcome to mi casa, Monsters Inc, dropping bangers out the ships
Your own apocalypse

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For fuck's

fly
You wanna the nile, I twitch easy reader

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I will, dog

Wide open with banged out cutlery from a slang mouth
And is an ugly god we all fall for
I got land mammal, cannibal, natural survival
That means when I wake up and to comprise the new shit
It's not some down version of what my favorite crews did
Puff the komodo bitch
Rappers stuffed komonos and shark fame at a perfect working
Look, I'm
B boy, feed to the needy
your liquor hole, fuck you in 3D