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I that genuine shit in '96
Before you the underground or independent existed
I watched the whole straight jump on the dick
After to KCR lit and flexing my shit
No gun talk, no gimmicks, just of raw dogging
Dirty dusty intelligent wit and murdering
A hardcore poetic informed without
and shook the shit out of rappers who just learned of me
Everytime I a new pill, revolution
defined the standard for indie rap distribution
Arrogant unafraid shit developed a train thinking of brain fucks
Bad Touch Example, soon became bucks
Had everybody sprung wondering I came from
Screaming out, Independent as fuck, with an tongue
an indelible squad of design monsters
Innovating the styles that made look like imposters
So we an album and signed to Rawkus
Selling a thousand without a radio chart hit
son is taking the world hostage
Classic hip hop bombage dirty style progress
Now I've come from the '80s Brooklyn
Where cats was like Gimme that subway pass, kid. lookin
Now someone else is taking a ride what's mine
So I had to develop styles with a death cooked in
So when I battled in I had eight sentences
Waiting ready for the you had laced in
And I was to wait patient, Why?
faggots make shit up just to get famous
So when I blew up I remained sick
Earning respect in ghettos and for word placement
Back when the independent scene remained
We were the only crew who your ass we'd take it
Mold it, shape it, living outside the
it, make it, more than miniature major labels
Hold it sacred, living it for the
Told ya plainly, it from the vultures
That's why I always get respect from soldiers
That laugh at the critics claiming every year Hip hop's
FUCK YOU, hip hop started
It's funny how the most nostalgic cats are the ones who were 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 you hang
You clown, you don't, you
I won't dumb it down, I'm dumbing now for rounds
I'm a mothefucker plus I'm gunning for clowns
You're a mime motherfucker, be coming for pounds
Till you can break out of that invisible box, you're not
My favorite ones are the ones who started out rappin about
books, spaceships, and Omnicron 1
And even though they were they had fun
But they couldn't break out the frame of the town they came
of these faggots used to send me their demos
Keeping their puppy styles in the Company kennels
But they had no identity from the start
They to resent the scene when they couldn't become a part

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

it
For the in the bendor biz
1 800
Leave the last CE, Off for crabs and hatorade
Dig it, daddy dug his own tunnel the gutters where the numbers bleed
Hunters froze up and exposed weeds
Tugboat, tug a rut out dirt first
The fuedals fuming oodles, it was right under your poodle
Welcome to Works, halogen halo eyesore
The will not be apologized for
Warbucks megaphone on the fashion piggy pageant
my dick's raw dogg in a style magnet
Fraggle rock your four figure
I clock ninety cent wristbands
And still know the time when you flops
And this is on a sick with it
Exhibit A, E, S, Genesis of the klepto
burgle the buzz over definitive cast
After a life of camps starts paying innovaters back
Baby, you ain't the collect?, Coooool
Stuck running bases with little bears under the wing of punchdrunk butter
That engine sputters while the hound dogs wire cutter
Rabbit bantomweight ain't rabid enough to snatch him
Poplock dynamos, is with a golden focal point
Come soak in it, resume sturdy composer bliss
Wrong name by a molar can expose your phobias
Watch a cobra grow hands to hold his own tongue he notices
All city legity critter, bark me
All filthy documents, cats on their kittie litter moccasins
Welcome to mi casa, Monsters Inc, dropping out the rocket ships
Your own private

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For fuck's

fly
You read the nile, I twitch easy reader

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I will, dog

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