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*carried over from previous song*
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[Kool G Rap]
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Aiyyo check it out yo, this is Kool G Rap
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Lettin you know from the foundation, Road to the Riches
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Sway & Tech represented for a cat
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The next album, Wanted Dead Or Alive
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My man Sway & Tech represented, yaknamsayin
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The next album, Live And Let Die
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What goes on from 4,5,6
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And now The Roots Of Evil
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They kept it real through all the freestyles
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Wit me, Big Daddy Kane, KRS-One
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Namean?, the list goes on and on
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No doubt, namsayin?
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[Big Daddy Kane]
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Uh-huh, you in the perils of the lyrical heroes
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That rule just like the pharoahes
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Robert DeNiro's got it covered just like sombreros
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Seek shelter, here comes the warpath
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Anyone who's tryin to reign, I change the whole forecast
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If I slip, half a herd he learned
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This murder he earned ?in turn? ? turned his body to third-degree burns
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You're purely pathetic, I won't let it
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And once I set it, the after-party's in the paramedics
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Vulgars, come back when you're older
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Talkin like you're grown, you cats is small soldiers
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Enough of them as the god muscle in, it's puzzlin
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You couldn't carry weight if you was hustlin
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Style ain't even de-cent, them not gonna squeeze none
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Please dun, give me one rea-son
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What I, say in a verse will be slayin you worse
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As I wet em up just for the sake of obeying my thirst
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Anytime anywhere, without any fair
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I'll do it with any hair, what da deal, ain't he there? wha what
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What I do will be crucially brutally
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Usually legal and rippin stupidly, ain't nuttin new to me
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What I spit attract felons, crack melons
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Leave the chickenheads back swellin
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Game tight wit the way I'm livin
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I bag birds and I stuff em like Thanksgiving
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My bad self, get more love than tennis
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>From New York to Venice
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Black as a dentist here to represent to live wit the menace
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To win the apprentice, if your heart shows stealth
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You better watch yo' self before I stop yo' health
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Cuz then the props here baby, you ain't gettin
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You better recognize, the true and livin
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You played yourself fast, put two quarters in your ass
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What I meant? Arcades done went up to fifty cent
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[Chino XL]
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That lyric tarantula, Chino about to make this example of
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Wit one verse, shittin on a whole label roster sampler
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My first name:Chino, my last name:Went There
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Leavin rappers curled up and dyed like Immature's hair
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Wit lyrical warfare, when I spray shit
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My style like AIDS, half a y'all got it just none of y'all is sayin shit
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I hate and spit at devils that want to posses Chi
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Jesus came in the vocal booth, like "Nigga, you the next me!"
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So test me, battle and you will become a dead man
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And there's a lot of fake Chino's like Craig Mack's a fake Redman
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But I'm above the surface of this rap circus
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Writin more incredible verses on accident than you can on purpose
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You a worthless waste of flesh, like fat asses on a nun
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I'm God's bastard son, that blasts and thinks bloodbaths are fun
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I hate you wit a passion, make white chicks faint like I'm Hanson
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Historically know for bringin down the house like I'm Samson
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My damn tongue bursts, in the the first verse there's a bad curse that hurts
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I'm leavin wack church passengers inside of a fast hearse
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Escapin the wrath of Jerse
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It's a sad earth when my pen dirts
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Axe murderer type of massacre occurs if we match words
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I'm past blurs, I smack herbs
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Gritty-green eyes like Badu
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Leavin minds fucked up like Maxwell's hair-do
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And I'ma be the sickest till I'm dead
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The type to rent Halloween 4 eight times just to laugh at LL's head
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My new album is Flo-Jo's heart, watch it blow up
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You ain't just wack, you're what wack wants to be when it grows up
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[Kool G Rap]
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The Godfather saga, hit you dead in the chest like shots of Vodka
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Funer-als crowded like soccer while I'm watchin opera
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Last like Sinatra, blast like Binaca
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Binoculars is how I'm watchin droppin from the chopper
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Mafia imposter
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You're left for dead wit your face inside of your plate of pasta
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?Freddy in a hasa?, salute to my crew to prosper (salute)
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You know how we do, we icepick the boulder
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You get dabbed over glasses of ic |