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I brought genuine shit in '96
Before you knew the or independent existed
I watched the whole straight jump on the dick
After stepping to KCR lit and flexing my
No gun talk, no gimmicks, rounds of raw dogging
Dirty dusty intelligent wit and murdering
A hardcore poetic without burglary
Potent and shook the shit out of who just learned of me
Everytime I prescribe a new pill,
Quickly the standard for indie rap distribution
Arrogant unafraid shit riding a train thinking of brain fucks
Bad Touch Example, that soon became
Had everybody sprung wondering where I from
Screaming out, as fuck, with an insane tongue
With an indelible of design monsters
the styles that made biters look like imposters
So we scripted an and signed to Rawkus
Selling a hundred thousand a radio chart hit
Imposterous son is taking the world
hip hop bombage dirty with style progress
Now I've come from the '80s Brooklyn
Where cats was like Gimme that pass, kid. Good lookin
Now someone else is taking a ride with mine
So I had to develop with a death device cooked in
So when I battled in I had eight sentences
Waiting for the four you had laced in
And I was taught to patient, Why?
Only make shit up just to get famous
So when I finally up I remained sick
Earning respect in ghettos and 'burbs for placement
when the independent scene remained faceless
We were the only crew who promised your ass we'd it
it, shape it, living outside the matrix
Hold it, make it, more miniature major labels
Hold it sacred, it for the culture
Told ya plainly, it from the vultures
That's why I always get respect from true
That laugh at the critics every year Hip hop's over
YOU, hip hop just started
It's funny how the nostalgic cats are the ones who were never part of it
But true veterans'll give dap to those who it
Then humbly move the fuck on and come with that new retarded
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 mothefucker plus I'm gunning for clowns
You're a mime motherfucker, don't be coming for
you can break out of that invisible box, you're not down
My favorite ones are the ones who out young rappin about
books, spaceships, and Omnicron 1
And even though they were soft had fun
But they couldn't break out the frame of the town came from
Some of these faggots used to send me demos
Keeping their puppy styles in the Company kennels
But they had no identity from the start
They started to resent the when they couldn't become a part

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

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For the best in the biz
1 800
Leave the last CE, Off for crabs and bobbin
Dig it, daddy dug his own tunnel under the where the numbers bleed
Hunters froze up and Rapunzel weeds
Tugboat, tug a rut out brutal first
The fuming oodles, it was right under your poodle skirt
Welcome to Bazooka Works, halo eyesore
The will not be apologized for
Warbucks exlex megaphone on the fashion piggy
While my dick's raw in a style magnet
Fraggle rock your four watch
I clock nine cent wristbands
And still the time when you record flops
And is on a sick with it factor
Exhibit A, E, S, of the klepto reactor
Wanna burgle the over definitive cast
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 while the hound dogs wire cutter mechnical
Rabbit bantomweight ain't rabid enough to snatch him
Poplock dynamos, is approached a golden focal point
soak in it, resume sturdy composer soldier bliss
Wrong name by a molar can often expose phobias
Watch a cobra hands to hold his own tongue when he notices
All city legity critter, bark me
All filthy documents, cats piss on their kittie litter
Welcome to mi casa, Monsters Inc, dropping out the rocket ships
Your own apocalypse

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For sake

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You wanna read the nile, I twitch reader

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I will, dog

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