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[Defari]
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I got the funky feel like B Real
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I put "all in your head up" [B Real] wit the pure raw skill
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Franklins are my favorite bills
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No hands my favorite type of windmills
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Only now and then do I drink champagne
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Like I said in Big Up I strictly fucks wit Covasea
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You glamorous rappers are too sweet
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Wit your rececycled beats and your styles that put me to sleep
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I'd rather listen to some Brant Green
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Authentic, not like you, got real meaning
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I'm like the low-ridas, I like the oldies
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You know songs, like Agony and Ecstacy by Smokey
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You's a phony, I heard your single
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Corny, like a thirty-second jingle
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Here comes the master of paragraphs on phonographs
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Every letter, etched and sketched like an ancient tag
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You know my heiroglyph, I got a higher gift
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You's a passenger tryin but never be a pilot
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[Chorus] 2x
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"Aiyyo enough's enough" [Fat Joe]
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Word up, I don't front
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I just keep it on the rise, and give you what you want
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[Defari]
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(What you need)
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Here, don't fear peep this
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Step inside my mentals, bare witness to a lyricist
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Skilled technician, rhythmous technique
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Advanced speak, I put mics in condition
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The streets always like hard beats
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That shit that make you move your neck when you're in car seats
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My star fleet, Likwit family
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You Sorry, like that game from Milton-Bradley
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Bound by honor, rollin mad bags of skama
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I've never been the one for the Jerry Springer drama
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Not an actor, just the greastest multiple factor
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This rap game's like a computer, and I'm a hacker
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Linebacker, wit hits that hit like LT
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Watch the blitz, you'll get a Joe Theisman injury
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What's all the glitter gear, meanwhile I wear and tear
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For fanfare, while you rock eye liner and mascare
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Chorus 4x
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[Defari]
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(See what you need)
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When it comes to real lyrics I know you can't hang
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Word to Tash, I'm from Killa Cali where niggas gangbang
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Plus slang more than words, nouns and verbs
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But pure crystal lah, lah meazy herbs
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You couldn't enter the saloon where brothas despise bafoons
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You're funny-style, this ain't no cartoon
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This is Hard Earned dues, word to Guru and Premier
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I'm more than ten years deep, but now it's my year
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"Aiyyo enough's enough"
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Aiyyo Herut's been long overdue
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But instead these labels and fans have been fuckin wit the likes of you
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Yo don't mistake them, I'm not no hater
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Just a truth-sayer, serve when Vega woofer shaker
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A plees blower, live show flower
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Wit lyrics that'll blaze a whole crowd like a flame thrower
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Chorus 4x
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"Aiyyo enough's enough"
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Word up, I don't front
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I give you what you want, what you need
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(I give you want you want)
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(I don't front) (What you need)
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Keep It On The Rise
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Defari |