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(Speak the peace
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Then slide like grease) --> Dida
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(Rock to the beat, get wreck on the regular) --> Grap Lover
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(That's right) --> Biz Markie
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[ VERSE 1: Lord Finesse ]
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I'm real like the Son Of Sam while other are soft like Richie Gun-In-Hand
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Their styles is outdated like the _Running Man_
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A tough vet, I'm the roughneck that drops logic
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The hefty solid, prophet from the projects
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The spiritual, the lyrical, individual
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(No doubt, kid) Yeah, the Lord works miracles
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I hustle for mine like those pumpin cracks
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I got thumpin raps that'll have you niggas doin jumpin jacks
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I come with the fat songs, put me on any platform
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Watch me get my muthafuckin rap on
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A top cat that rocks rap
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>From the part of Boogie Down Bronx where the cabs don't stop at
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The Asiatic rap fanatic that don't have it
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My style's tighter than a virgin locked in traffic
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You get ripped like a cardboard
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Because you watch gangsta flicks, you write rhymes, don't mean you're hardcore
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I'm so devine when I flow and rhyme
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I blow your mind when I go for mine
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(Come on) Y'all niggas know the time
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I kick hip-hop in its true form
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Big up to Fat Joe, congratulations on the newborn
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[ VERSE 2: Marquee ]
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Like the Coyote I gets Wile E.
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And freaks it with the stylee
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My shit is type ???, so my life be like irie
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I be the MC that's above and beyond
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Them all, stand out like Leon, tackle comp like Deion
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Be on some hip-hop shit, cause the music like hypnotic
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I can't stop it, oh Lord, so I just drops it
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Till the slayings leave abrasions, hot like cajun
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Trails be blazin behind this chinky-eyed non-Asian
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Female bringin it to ya like e-mail
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With advanced techniques off these New York streets
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So hardrocks licks a smooth exotic sister
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Strong as a bull, while you be slackin like a 76er
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Yeah, this is my world, the slang sign
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And out no doubt, Marquee, I do my thing
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[ VERSE 3: Diamond D ]
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Now, you say Grenada, and I say Grenada
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Big up to Greeny Greeen, I meet your black ass later
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But wait a, minute, cause I'm in it to win it
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With the freestyle flow I steal the show like John Benett
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But then it, really wouldn't matter to a nigga
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You figure you have to sneak up cause I'm bigger
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Yo jigga, take down the beat just a little
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Far from brittle, chew a nigga like a skittle
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But it'll, be a cold day in the Caribean
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At the Meridian, I swim through girls like an amphibian
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I'm witty and, versed with the lyrical blessin
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Never fessin, and keep the chickens second-guessin
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Known for stressin engineers in my session
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I flake in one take, and slide like Wesson
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So learn a lesson, I make the episode brief
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You seek relief as you pick up your teeth
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[ VERSE 4: A.G. ]
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Try to spark this, you'll get torn, cause you never win
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I'm through, I'll take you, through hell again
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It's the Goodfellas, first aid kit The Medicine
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Stay legit cause we're veterans
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Proceed what I don't achieve
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Leave up to my seed, teach him that he gotta bleed
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Don't fall victim to greed
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That you give is what you're blessed with
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Find it, put it to use, have faith and don't stress shit
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Meanwhile I hit the ganja, now watch it kiss my lips
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Bless it, then pass it, like Magic's top 10 assists
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It's the cheeba-cheeba, another neighborhood news feature
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Who can see the, Giant? Not a known creature
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Or being alive that can see me on this rap vibe
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High off of hip-hop, can't die, I got cat lives
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Abuse this, get smuddered is how you'll be discovered
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Give me 20 years in here with no dough, I still love it
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It's in my heart, when I bled, it was red
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Won't stop till I drop dead, or catch some led to my head
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Some search for bread, loot, cheese, or whatever
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But instead I stay true, smoke trees and get clever
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Fall never, Show and A is who we be
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See why D.I.T.C. will reign forever
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Speak Ya Peace
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