Straight out the golden era, the only fellow who know the craft
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Death poet, locked in a dark room with a photograph
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Revenge karma, blood stains and broken glass
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Speeding off the scene of a drive-by, the stolen Jag
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Shooter, wait till the train pass, blow the mag
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Couldn't hear the shots, they shot him under the overpass
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White collar criminal, mad dollar, just know the math
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Check buster, leaving your bank account on overdrive
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Competition numerous, find 'em funny, throwing trash
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Laughing at these rappers on tracks, them niggas know the laugh
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Work out regiment, work excellent, show the abs
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Wooly peps, 3P side step, throw the jab
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Drink easy, Jesus, God bless me, I'm sober fast
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Alcohol level the same level that Noah had
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Street knowledge scholar of academics that no one has
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School of Hard Knox, I'm the principle, you should go to class
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This New York rap, subway riders, what blue New York has
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Eat a bagel, pissed on a platform and cross tracks
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Only thing I need is a quarter to take your girl black it
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But a number to the payphone, tell her to call back
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Stick up kid, stuck up the number, running for four stacks
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Left him with a penny like the Magic when they lost check
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One way ticket to hell but I'mma walk back
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I could battle Satan in hell, somebody call Smack
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Product of environments, call that power of combat
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Defeat of a home invasion, stand on your welcome doormat
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Contract killer who quick to put out a contract
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Put more bands on your head than that LeBron cat
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Bullets that explode in your nervous system on contact
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The whip open up from the top like a new four pack
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Freedom fighting militant, AK with the arms strapped
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You ain't nice lyrically, seriously, you should fall back
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Overpass
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