Yeah
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It's the paragraph ambassador
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The wild style fashioner
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It's the god Rakim, the master
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Feel this
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(1st verse)
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This is that lost ass track off-the-rack kind of a track
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You forced to rap, remember that? It's that
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You know where I'm at, there go the gat
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Pass me a bat, the kill-or-be-killed kind of attack
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Steamin' ___, speedin' navigatin' the map
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Negotiating with a chick, she got her head on your lap, ya hand on your gat
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Premeditated plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest mens in the back
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Comb the block, stop in the zone that's hot
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Get out like you own the spot, home or not
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It's that no mood to play, move out the my way
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Yo, I been whistlin' this tune from throughout the day
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Hey, yo, this is that ol' y'all niggas don't wanna battle
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Turn it up loud make the whole block rattle
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Boom boom- this one is gettin' blazin' hot
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Boom boom- make you bust another shot from the Glock
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(Chorus)
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From the streets below to everything above
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To the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah's blood
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I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
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You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
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From the streets beneath my feet to the sun
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I'm number one and competition is still none
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And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
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You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
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(2nd verse)
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Here we come now
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Turntable spin like a merry-go-round
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Never slow down, depending on how good your stereo sounds
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Set it, up in the hood where we go surround
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Tearin' through towns, turn 'em into burial grounds
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This is the track that made Theodore wanna scratch
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The track that caused the first kid to spin on his back
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And then we saw, kids spray-painting the wall
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While some of y'all was waitin' for war breakin' the law
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It's no antidote it's what you can't provoke
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So just relax with your girls or your mans and smoke
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And take a real hit, soon as it bang you feel quick
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It's real thick, this is that ol' real shit
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This is the description of designs for you to listen to
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Reminiscin' the times and nothin' in particular
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Keep you goin' just like a whole pot of coffee
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Have you and your shorty doin' 80 in a 40
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(Chorus)
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From the streets below to everything above
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To the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah's blood
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I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
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You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
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From the streets beneath my feet to the sun
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I'm number one and competition is still none
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And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
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(3rd verse)
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You know what this is
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Yeah kid, give up your riches
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Vicious, visions is not for motion pictures
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Unstoppable, rollin' witcha sickest clique of niggas
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Or witcha missus, gettin tropical kisses
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Makin' faces, anticipatin' places her tongue hits
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Suck her neck or just peck, better to funk it
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The EP is in effect from dusk to sunset
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She want a rim shot all over her drum set
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Jump the bed rubbin' your head- it's rough sex
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50 ways to keep a love wet
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Down and up the steps with crazy positions left till she upset
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"Damn, baby, you ain't come yet?"
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Hell, no- doomstick big as a elbow
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Gel soft, well blow, give him a minute, he'll grow
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And all you gotta do is play the track again
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I'm ready and revived, baby, back again
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(Chorus)
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From the streets below to everything above
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To the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah's blood
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I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
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You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
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From the streets beneath my feet to the sun
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I'm number one and competition is still none
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And I'm gonna keep kicking holes in your speakers and pullin' plugs
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You emcee's is playing tug-a-war with your tongues
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Real Shit
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| Rakim |
