PAPOOSE! Im here with the hip-hop legend, Premier
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Premo I got you
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Check me out now, behold lyricism
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Haters try to cremate him but he still exist
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I'm limitless, envision this is genesis
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I'm sippin' cris, spittin' this 'til I'm spiritless
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Welcome to the revelations of a lyricist
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Haters try to cremate him but he still exist
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I'm limitless envision this is genesis
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Ima rep thug-a-cation 'til I'm spiritless
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The revelations of a lyricist
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I CAN'T BREATHE!
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I got the smell of death in my nose
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Blood stains, I got this nigga flesh on my clothes
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The best kept secret, thought that I would never be told
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Sit back and watch the clever unfold, level your flows
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Cuz when it comes to them bars nigga, I'm godzilla
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When its time to sing songs, I'm king kong
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when its time to lace tracks, I'm AIDS black
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Motherfucker I'm a monster
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You wanna move a lot of work in ya hood I'll be your sponsor
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Take half or all o' ya bread like we was partnas
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Collect my money in envelopes, like I'm a mobsta
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Walk through this concrete jungle like I was Kontra
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Like dreadlocks I'm at the top of the roster (rasta)
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Hit 'em up and give 'em a seizure (cesar) like I'm a barber
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Come through and put in that work with the revolver
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You wont, I would (wood) like tiger but aint a golfer
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I dont gotta hear your album cause I'm the author
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Wrote the period, the question mark, and the comma
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Wrote the first, second, and the third part of the saga
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Yeah I hear 'em say they go hard, but I go harder
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Yesterday, the day before, today and tomorrow
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I blood sweat and tears, shit piss and saliva
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Bought the pacifier, the stroller, crib, and the walker
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Shine getting darker, you aint gimme a dollar
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No drama
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When I see you I say thats my son
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Not cause you my man, cause I'm ur father
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Got a lot of verses, more hooks than Tarver
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Underground king like Arthur
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You find me on the block deadin' niggaz on sales, dont even bother
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And your customer chose me cause mines is harder
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Next time you bag up make 'em larger, cause I robbed ya
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Your sale (cell) dead like you need a charger
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Daily departa, I'm known to bang that tool
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Papoose, you aint never heard a name that cool
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Spittin sixteen bars I'ma change that rule
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Somebody with no bars musta made that rule
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The industry owe me a lot, this a payback move
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Ride the track like a Maybach, smooth
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They say text jam on you, but you gotta pop your gun right
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You goin mess around and get popped you dumb hype
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They guns jam up when it's time for the gun fight
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Cuz they get so nervous they cock they guns twice
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What would you do if they had a plot for your life
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And all you really had was a glock and one mic
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Papoose, walk through they blocks with them ice
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Go to they pizza shop, and stop for one slice
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Get some garlic on the top and one sprite
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Now thats enough time to pop if you want right?
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But if you ever pull out a ox be dumb nice
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Cuz I'll stab ya whole flock with one knife
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They mad cause I got more checks than air nikes
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If I want it, I cops it on site
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When it comes to spending money I stop at no price
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I take a long time to stop spinning (spending) like the last dice
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That four powerful enough to drop both y'all
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Had a whole block flooded with the high most squad
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I could see straight through you like a hydro jaw
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My gun bust like I aint got no car
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A lyricist, when I look in the mirror I see a rhyme
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When I'm pushing my whip, I see a rhyme
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When I'm sexing my chick I see a rhyme
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And weverytime I squeeze my dick I pee a rhyme
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Why ya man so washed up if he could rhyme
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I got enough bars to give you a three to nine
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The supremacist is ceremonial, masters in lyricist
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Deliver poetry, vogulty above vintriliquist
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With splendidness gave thug-a-cation a genesis
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Put an end to this senselessness..
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Revelations Of A Lyricist
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| Papoose |
