[Intro]
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*scratching* One two, one two
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For those who do not know, once again
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For those who do not know, once again
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(yo, check it yo)
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[J-Live]
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Aiyyo it's somethin' like a twilight zone epic
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Rookies in the hall of fame vets gettin' hazed
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Has the world gone crazed?
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Like, fatal flesh wounds when you just got grazed or
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Walkin' up and point blank shot from a twelve guage
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There's no respect for the rules of engagement
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Producers know nothin' of arrangement
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Emcees with five figure deals and never got up on the stage yet
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Knowin' that they styles haven't properly aged yet
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Consider these, casualties in the war between art and industry
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Fought in the streets, so nobody sells out in vain
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It just makes us work harder, on these dope rhymes and beats
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Knowin' either side ever admits defeat
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And screams treason at the first sign of retreat
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It's like a never endin' struggle in this box of chocolates
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It show that even though you got flavor ain't nothin' sweet
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Hook:
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For those who do not know, once again
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For those who do not know, once again
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[Esoteric]
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Eighty nine was the time that I started catchin' wreck
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I had my hair in steps with a fresh pair of sweats
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They were rules to abide by, you couldn't slide by
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Rappin' in tye-dye claimin' that you sci-fi
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But nowadays people clap even if you're wack
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No wonder everbody wants to rap
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These underground cats think they're down
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They don't know a damn thing
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These rock dudes tryna rap cause they can't sing
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You don't shoot a gun before, learnin' how to use it
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Ya don't shoot ya mouth off before learnin' the music
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I stay fly, the rules still apply
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Bridge: *scratching of the line*
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"let me tell you the reason why"
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"Wanna know why, I'll tell ya why"
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"Because of my vocals"
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"I told y'all here they come now"
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"Now let me hear my man...
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[Count Bass D]
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First give it up to God he the head of my life
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Blessed are the peace thought makers
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The freight burners the paint hoffers
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The old school jungle green users
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The stock cap rockers, the S-P trunk haters
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Beat's so hot use a tong not my tongue it speaks impurity
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Fuck Debbie, plus in blood like Carrie
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They're all gonna laugh at you
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I know why Donny did a swan dive off the Essex
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Ya claim inspiration, but still can't play shit
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Talkin' bout you workin' on a symphony
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And can't even play the tympani
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Walls of asbestos filled with the best dust
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Power station of the connection the wizard of Oz
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Mixmaster nuff weed deejay pound cake
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The brick mason, prime minister V.C. Burn L
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Now what is my moniker?, come late like Hanukkah
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Johnny come lately, sometimes still crave-sty
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Pac Man go ank-bank, stang like Cuba
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More pickups than Hoover, more run than Suba
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The funky dope maneuver, my field is holy
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New duva, shook in Judah
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Who the fuck wanna test me?
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Captain Kenny Clark Gillespy, hold the vest B
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We gon't throw some hands in this section
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Uhh it's like that, Count Bass...
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Rules Of Engagement (featuring J-Live & Count Bass D)
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| 7L & Esoteric |
