[Verse 1]
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Yeah, so what if you flip a couple words?
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I could triple that in birds
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Open your mind you see the circus in the sky
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I¡¯m Ringling Brothers Barnum & Bailey with the pies
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No matter how you slice it I¡¯m your motherfuckin guy
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Just like a b-boy with 360 waves
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Do the same with the pot, still come back beige
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Whether right or southpaw, whether pot or the jar
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Whip it around ? it still come back hard
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So easily do I W-H-I-P
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My repitition with wrists¡¯ll bring you kilo figures
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I got creole C.O. bitches for my niggas
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Who slipped, became prisoners, trees taped to the visitors
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You already know what the business is
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Unnecessary commissary boy we live this shit
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Niggas wanna bring the 80s back
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That¡¯s okay with me, that¡¯s where they made me at
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Except I don¡¯t write on the wall
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I write my name in the history books, hustle in the hall (hustle in the hall)
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Nah, I don¡¯t spin on my head
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I spin work in the pots so I can spend my bread
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[Hook]
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And I¡¯m gettin it, I¡¯m gettin it
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I ain¡¯t talkin about it, I¡¯m livin it
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I¡¯m gettin it, straight gettin it
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Ge-ge-ge-get get get it boy
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(Don¡¯t waste your time fighting the life
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Stay your course, and you¡¯ll understand)
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Get it boy
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[Verse 2]
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It¡¯s ¡¯87 state of mind that I¡¯m in (mind that I¡¯m in)
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In my prime, so for that time, I¡¯m Rakim (I¡¯m Rakim)
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If it wasn¡¯t for the crime that I was in
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But I wouldn¡¯t be the guy whose rhymes it is that I¡¯m in (that I¡¯m in)
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No pain, no profit, P I repeat if you show me where the pot is (pot is)
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Cherry M3¡Çs with the top back (top back)
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Red and green G¡¯s all on my hat
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North beach leathers, matching Gucci sweater
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Gucci sneaks on to keep my outfit together
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Whatever, hundred for the diamond chain
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Can¡¯t you tell that I came from the dope game?
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Blame Reagan for making me into a monster
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Blame Oliver North and Iran-Contra
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I ran contraband that they sponsored
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Before this rhymin stuff we was in concert
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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Push (push) money over broads, you got it, fuck Bush
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Chef (chef), guess what I cooked
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Baked a lot of bread and kept it off the books
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Rockstar, look, way before the bars my picture was getting took
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Feds, they like whack rappers
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Tried as they may, couldn¡¯t get me on the hook
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D.A. wanna indict me
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Cause fish scales in my veins like a pisces
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The pyrex pot, rolled up my sleeves
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Turn one into two like a Siamese
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Twin when it end, I¡¯m a stand as a man never dying or admiring these
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Last of a dyin breed, so let the champagne pop
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I partied for a while now I¡¯m back to the block
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[Hook]
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Blue Magic
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| 9th Wonder |
