[DJ Premier scratches hook]
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(Hardcore...real ill niggas)
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(I'm internationally known)
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(When I be on the mic)
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(Hardcore...real ill niggas)
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(I'm internationally known, yo)
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(Hardcore...real ill niggas)
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(I'm internationally known)
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(When I be on the mic)
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(Hardcore...real ill niggas)
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(So all hail the honorable)
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It's to my real ill niggas, heavyweight hitters
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Dough getters, fifty ways to make figures
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My niggas, that come on the spot to feel sisters
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Like they hear real spitters and kids on the zigga-ziggas
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When it's ugly, then the club is lovely
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Thugs be sipping Henessey and bubbly
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To my comrades that keep it flaming hot
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On dangerous blocks, claiming spots
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Where the goal is to be one of the top-ranked soldiers
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Forty-five holders, one of the high rollers
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Get respect in the hood, credit is good
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Knock it down lumberjack style, baby, extra wood
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Rock it all night long, the bang-a-thon baby
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Keep hanging on, we like it with the lights on
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Don't have to blow twenty thou' to get to know honey's style
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Show her the town, steal her heart, no money down
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[Hook]
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How about some hardcore, yeah we like it raw for sure
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Broads on the floor, wall to wall
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There's more at the door, players ball to score
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'Cause this right here is for all of y'all
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Rakim and Primo, yo I got what you need bro
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You go see a show, smoke an L, mean yo
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And deejays play hits with hard bass kicks
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And then they display tricks like The Matrix
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Make the record fly undetected by the naked eye
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So just feel the vibe 'cause your ears never lie
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Nowadays deejays bags of tricks, graphic
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On some behind the back shit, catch it and scratch it
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Classic, this kid got his craft mastered
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Hands is mad quick like he mix with magic
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Spin it back and forth and grab it, and know just where it is...
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There it is
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[Hook]
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To my elite peeps with the murderous mystiques
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I hit the streets with beats and they critique for weeks
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They be like "How that kid Ra reach the peak?"
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Pull out the heat and use my technique to speak
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It's dangerous, sit calm and explain to kids
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What part of the game this is and foreign languages
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They hold Ra's events in different continents
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Put my lyrical contents in monuments
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In ghetto garments, I rock a towel like a pharaoh
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Mind travel, design style like apparel
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My fashions last long as a lifetime
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Cause I can see the future when the god write rhymes
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They're mad cause I managed to reign so long
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Like their chance to make money done came and gone
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This is strictly for my listeners on the corners at night
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And the sisters that be keeping this right, when I be on the mic
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[Hook]
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When I B on Tha Mic
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| Rakim |
