Hip hop's alive when our souls unite
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I'm on a level where there's just a few left
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Rappers be blabbing and think they hot about it
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The battlefield I kill an MC on
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These city streets are filled with clones and mastered weed
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Couldn't tell the difference between chain and a masterpiece
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Enlightened, I'm laying down and recording
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I'm thinking harder than most of them, writing smarter than all of them
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This is my calling so every time that my ears ringing
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Crew's got a classic, ain't no way you gonna hear different
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So listen, hard drop hitting
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Put my heart on the bars with scars on my lips and
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Deep thought when I walk off beyond this, beyond point
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And walk off like a '
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And we the new Bronx, the new song to ooze on
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Doesn't even matter 'cause there never could be two Dawns
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There's only one city we rap, the city got raps
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No railroads to build but I give the city the tracks
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So do what you do best, right?
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And end this motherfucker fell asleep for the rest of the night
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Like
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To ill, to real
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Ain't nobody taking us by
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It's top secret, human eyes cannot peep it
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Tracks are sick
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Hip hop's alive when our souls unite
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I'm on the level with it, just a few left
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You better be thinking they hot
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On the battlefield I kill an MC
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Look, murder is verbal, yeah, you heard of us
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Nothing but winners in our circle, ain't no hurting us
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Couple Obama, that Henney, Cigar, that purple stuff
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I got them bongs with me, the master yeah, woke them up
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You niggas whiling, hopping shit for respect
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My food for thought was Cuban links, my compliments to the chef
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We talking paper plate, that's the reason you ain't speaking
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Front if you want, I'm knocking at your door, routine beat
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That's classic, I man slaughtered the beat
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You a YouTube gangsta, cam caught in your beef
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While you was misrepresenting, they ran off with the streets
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Retards being garbage and y'all tell me deceit
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I'm the best kept secret, the rest left speechless
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Show me where his hart at, chest left leaking
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Yeah, still the flow of the year, nigga
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No sucker MC could compare, nigga
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To ill, to real
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Ain't nobody taking us by
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It's top secret, human eyes cannot peep it
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Tracks are sick
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Hip hop's alive when our souls unite
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I'm on the level with it, just a few left
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You better be thinking they hot
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On the battlefield I kill an MC
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They call me Donnie, The Winners Circle my army
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The winners coming on me, I'm scheming, getting the party started
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And I ain't nearly as pissed off as I used to be
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Who produced the beat and you'd agree that he the news to me
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He helps me kill it on every record, I'm reckless
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Like grabbing your wife's necklace, like just a feel on her breasts
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And who the bestest? My daughter say it's me and mommy
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But it's me and rhyming and the crew could be seen behind me
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Or heard, our massive greatness of rapping
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You masturbate in a napkin, that line is making you laugh
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And I'm finally chasing my passion with passion for this and Henney
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Passing through hash and the cash I'm stashing is plenty
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Kid is still in his 20's, mind has always been 30, the kicks have always been clean
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His mind has always been dirty and words have always been witty
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Beats have always been gritty
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All of us have favorites and mine has always been city
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Last Few
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