[1st verse]
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Levantore!
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Yeah, it's just ghetto, kid test the devil to hit the next level
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Wish they was a rebel with cerebral metal
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Inflex the bezzle with the peddle to the metal
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In a thug's paradise where love have a price
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So we love for life like thugs love the night
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They sell drugs for ice for the Benz with bug lights
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Some hug mics to the world, hung like parasites
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The likes lethal, the mics lead you
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A sneak preview, watch what we do and what the hood teach you
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I still see through the eye of a needle
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So I can watch people cause slug backwards is evil
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[2nd verse]
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Levantore!
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Yo, what's this? Yo bust this. Yo it's time to up lift
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They think all we do is bust clips and puff splifs
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And plush whips and clutch chips and touch chicks
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Flont rocks like Fort Knox and hog blocks
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Taunt cops with more props and we want not
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Panhandling with your mans and them
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Scrambling, gambling, plans to win
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While the cops clock em, thieves flock em
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Women watch em, traders wanna top em
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Ay yo what's the problem
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Before the narcs knock em opposite playas plot to rob em
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The ghetto got em, my man said it's rough at the bottom
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[3rd verse]
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Levantore!
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Ghetto alert, let's do whatever work to get rid of the curse
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We went from 1st to America's worst
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On this competitive turf, now let's inherit the earth
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There's more prize for one another, and call shots
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12:00 til the next ball drop
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All year around plus they shuffle non stop
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You think it's rough at the bottom, it's even rougher on top
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My peeps gonna have to reach and turn for me
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And everybody's side of the street'll be celly
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Ain't nothing funny, burn plenty and burn money
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And earn money and watch the century turn 20
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[4th verse]
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Levantore!
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We all should, from the woods to the big city and the small hood
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Everybody should be welcome to the ball if we all could,
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But we fall cause we brawl, yo it ain't all good
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We need to play right, stay tight with ya air alight
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Keep your game tight, no need to play trife
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Get cheese from the daylight to the late night
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And it's shouldn't take death to appreciate life
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Before a lot parish, we got to cherish if Allah let us
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Let's give prop and merits till the block flourish
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In this metropolis, stay on top of this
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You know what the prophet is, be prosperous
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[5th verse]
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Levantore!
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Now we networking
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Respect the next person, it'll be less hurting
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Or left lurkin, while we kept our dreads working
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Connect set for certain, total networking
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Last chance to advance and stash grands
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If you have plans to have fam and mad land
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Own shine, condone crime or hold 9s
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I know what the problem is, killing our own kind
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To my flame throwers, train sober, remain soldiers
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Stay sane so these pretty dames can hold us
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Terror terrain rollers and Range Rovers so the train goers
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Claim your fame, maintain, till your game's over
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[6th verse]
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Levantore!
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Ghetto alert, let's do whatever work to get rid of the curse
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We went from 1st to America's worst
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On this competitive turf, now let's inherit the earth
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There's more prize for one another, and call shots
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12:00 til the next ball drop
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All year around plus they shuffle non stop
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You think it's rough at the bottom, it's even rougher on top
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My peeps gonna have to reach and turn for me
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And everybody's side of the street'll be celly
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Ain't nothing funny, burn plenty and burn money
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And earn money and watch the century turn 20
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Levantore!
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Uplift
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| Rakim |
