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I brought that shit in '96
Before you knew the or independent existed
I watched the whole scene straight jump on the
After stepping to KCR lit and flexing my
No gun talk, no gimmicks, just rounds of raw
Dirty dusty wit and word murdering
A hardcore informed without burglary
Potent and shook the shit out of rappers who just of me
Everytime I prescribe a new pill,
Quickly defined the standard for indie rap
Arrogant shit developed riding a train thinking of brain fucks
Bad Touch Example, that soon became
Had everybody wondering where I came from
Screaming out, as fuck, with an insane tongue
With an indelible squad of design
Innovating the styles made biters look like imposters
So we scripted an and signed to Rawkus
Selling a hundred without a radio chart hit
Imposterous son is taking the hostage
Classic hip hop bombage with style progress
Now I've come from the '80s juvenile
Where was like Gimme that subway pass, kid. Good lookin
Now someone is taking a ride with what's mine
So I had to develop styles with a device cooked in
So when I battled in basements I had 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 in ghettos and 'burbs for word placement
Back when the independent scene faceless
We were the crew who promised your ass we'd take it
Mold it, it, living outside the matrix
Hold it, make it, more than miniature major
Hold it sacred, it for the culture
ya plainly, protected it from the vultures
That's why I always get respect from true
That laugh at the critics claiming every year Hip hop's
FUCK YOU, hip hop started
It's funny how the most 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 that new retarded shit
New slang, new thought, new sound, new heart, you you hang
You clown, you don't, you
I dumb it down, I'm dumbing now for these rounds
I'm a live mothefucker I'm gunning for clowns
You're a mime motherfucker, be coming for pounds
Till you can out of that invisible box, you're not down
My favorite ones are the ones who started out rappin about
books, spaceships, and Omnicron 1
And even though were soft they had fun
But they couldn't out the frame of the town they came from
Some of these used to send me their demos
their puppy styles in the Company Flow kennels
But they had no identity from the start
They started to resent the scene when they become a part

They've been failing for years and call themselves Vets, that's
Motherfucker, you're not a Vet just old
I'll slap the shit out you to my nerd rap
Making this money fist over fist, what you heard
Rookie cats talk about boom bap and ages
Pat on the back for making that new outdated shit
But i've putting out vinyl since '93 and never looked back once
At trying to chase me
You don't innovate you can't innovate
It's not a despite what you might tell your boys
your identity crisis under the table
I always knew who I was and I'll 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 under the gutters where the numbers bleed
Hunters up and exposed Rapunzel weeds
Tugboat, tug a rut out brutal first
The fuedals oodles, it was right under your poodle skirt
Welcome to Bazooka Works, halo eyesore
The will not be apologized for
exlex megaphone on the fashion piggy pageant
While my dick's raw in a style magnet
Fraggle rock your four figure
I clock ninety nine wristbands
And know the time when you record flops
And is on a sick with it factor
Exhibit A, E, S, Genesis of the klepto
Wanna burgle the over definitive cast
a life of labor camps starts paying innovaters back
Baby, you ain't felt the collect?,
Stuck running bases with little bears under the wing of butter makers
That engine sputters while the hound dogs wire cutter
bantomweight puppies ain't rabid enough to snatch him
Poplock dynamos, is approached with a golden focal
Come soak in it, resume sturdy 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 critter, bark with me
All filthy documents, cats piss on their kittie moccasins
Welcome to mi casa, Inc, dropping bangers out the rocket ships
Your own private

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For sake

fly
You wanna read the nile, I easy reader

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I will, dog

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