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[Featuring Pete Rock]
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[Pete Rock]
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rock the house (rock the house)
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east New York, east New York
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east New York, east New York
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east New York, east New York
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my man AZ to the fullest
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Verse 1: AZ
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we was already loyal to people's minds and mulianis
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now we more fucked up with a mayor named Guliani
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you can try to bomb me
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analyze but can't define me
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my mind's divine heavily entwined with Ghandi's
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far from feeble, I leave your nostrils hard to breathe through
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cause my cerebral's are more of a higher plane
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than the Hebrews
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my mic devotion brings out my deepest emotions
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overdosing wannabes posing
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sending them through convulsions
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to hard to follow, you took a bite but couldn't swallow
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your mind's boggled
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but I'm as deep as Donald Goines novels
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my whole persona's kinda laid back like a recliner
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and since my mama, I been fucking with marijuana
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wavy-haired, my skin got a money getting glare
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strictly menace wear, macking offa Guinness beer
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so where it all begins is here
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destiny and me finally meet
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so how can I be weak?
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I'm rather unique
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chorus:
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[scratched in w/ Pete Rock ad-libs]
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why, why, why I'm rather unique
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why I'm rather unique
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Verse 2: AZ
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my verbals rip shit
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queens give birth to dwarfs and triplets
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fuck it I'm on some flip shit
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ready to let my clip spit, dramatical
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vocals release shells like automatics
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tho' music's magical causing any tattles to be tragical
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child, got a style sick as hell
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sicker than sickle cell anemia
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slaughter your story, gory like lukemia
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filled with larceny, who want parts of me?
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I'm vicious, mad malicious
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cause it's real on this road to riches
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I got this mastered, other rappers'll craft it
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weak and wicked camoflauged as killers
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how they speak and kick it
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peep this uniqueness
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nonbelievers I'm leaving speechless
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left to chokers and skunk smoke
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was coming through the speakers
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surgically nice with any verbal device
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trife, breathing life into mics
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my insight's beyond the twilight
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so die, fight, no surrender, no retreat
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techniques speak
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I'm rather unique
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chorus [w/ ad-libs]
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Verse 3: AZ
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so it's gonna take more than your astrologist
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to knowledge this
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a physiologist couldn't even figure out the exoticness
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raps demolishing certified the way I style it
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my wordplay blaze with the rays of ultraviolence
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my culture's smiling, getting more in depth with each breath
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my biography follows the footsteps of Malcolm X
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money and sex, Gore-Tex Donna Karan and Guess
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finesse, success through the life
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stress mics I blessed
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puffing trees to get me high as trapeze
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flipping Japanese at ease when I'm stacking G's
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so let's discuss, plus degrees
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how the rhyme forces the source for thoughts that's lost
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so don't cross cause it'll cost
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the ghetto savior, smooth, the real playa with flavor
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moves be major
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with unexplainable behavior
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the word's on the street so keep your ears to the concrete
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[why, why, why I'm rather unique]
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chorus [w/ ad-libs]
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rather unique
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az |