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featuring A.B. Money, Sha-Queen
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I'm from Brooklyn, New York City
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I be the Earth motherin', smotherin' MC's
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Sha Queen covering 360 degrees
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See I blow like the wind when I flow to this song
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Cause a riot like Kaiser like that then I'm gone
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I bring the fire burn it down to the ground
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Think of dissin' me, Kane will leave that ass rotisserie (What)
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Earth, wind, fire we be those elements
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It's evident, as we come to represent
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[Sha-Queen]
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I feel the need to get iller than
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All these fuckin' wack Mc's, realest Bitch that ever been
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Dropped the hit single that was flying through the roof
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I'm lyrical living proof, you can't handle the truth
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After you heard me spit, still convinced that you ill
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Who you tryin' to fool me or yourself, bitch for real
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Everybody know the deal, you ever get a hunch
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To fuck around with Sha-Queen, then I know you out to lunch
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Break that meaning down, that means disturbed in your mental
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And that's absurd, I kick the illest shit you ever heard
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Every rhyme to the last line and pronouns and verbs
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Too hard to see with your two eyes, then check with your third
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My frequency's not tainted with thoughts of whores
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That can only get raw on all fours, with sore back doors
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Precisely, far from your average girl
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So, sit back and shut the fuck up, cause Sha rules the world, word
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[A.B. Money]
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Listen there was a man in Brooklyn, New York City
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Where the guys are fly and the ladies looking pretty
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I'm a let you know, that stuff you pop is junk
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Cause when I flow, it's the flava of the month
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Hold up don't worry about nothin', tot shit in a smash like crash dummies
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This fast money, make me wanna fuck around and blast money
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I heard your spot makes a lot and give you props
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This deal is hot, runnin' from the cops'll get you shot
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But don't sweat it, dry them niggas up like prunes
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The war's on like Platoon
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Shot through a crowd like a cartoon
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Rappin' is fundamental, that's right, re-arranger
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Hit you like Mortal Kombat, you in danger
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I got the chronic, six million bionic
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This rap shit make me wanna scream like Onyx
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I'm comin' through, that's right I'm gonna split ya
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Soul survivors on this track, we comin' to get ya
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Woop, woop, five-o's comin' in the exit
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Keys jinglin', nine danglin' to wreck shit
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Step into my cypher, haven't you ever heard a
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Throwin four five six, ceelo, to one twenty third a
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Chorus:
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Earth, wind & fire you bout to learn
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We can make the world turn, or make the world burn
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The three deadly elements for your concern
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Cause anything you want up out of life you got to earn
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Repeat
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See now bring it brother well, well
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[Big Daddy Kane]
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Since hip-hop genesis, I been at this in the mix
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In Bed Stuy tenements, rippin' rappers endless
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But I won't sit and dwell upon the things I been had
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Instead I appear, and take your fuckin' spot like Sinbad
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Now, tell me who shall be first to suffer crucial
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If you don't know defeat then allow me to introduce you
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So how you want it, coming through beatin' ya down
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Watching disaster strike when Busta Rhymes ain't even around
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The Prince of Darkness be that one man
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That made them Al B Sure lookin' niggas get a sun tan
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What I drop should not be followed by anyone else
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At times I'm scared to kick a second verse after myself
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As I proceed, followers take heed
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I made many men bleed, I made hairlines recede
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This rap skill here, I destined for a mill-aire
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And this is one ass whippin' you will wear, you still here?
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Chorus: repeat 2X
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Earth, Wind & Fire
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Big Daddy Kane |