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featuring Sadat X
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If I was to sit down and actually write out a list
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Of the MCs that missed it would be the constitution
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They play their caps backwards still saying wack words
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No power to (durhust) just a few yes men
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Raising the question of who gave you a contract
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They should be fired youre officially retired
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I see you make a little cash and start showing your ass
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You get laced up with jewels your crews acting like fools
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Playing hard rock surrounded by body guards
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Hoping no one pulls your cord you got me laughing pretty hard
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Thinking youre the white hot man of the hour
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But you just cant figure how your flavor went sour
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Back in 89 PE fought the power and in 86 Big Daddy Kane was raw
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And I was right there on the first floor of the Palladium
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You never played a venue local college or a stadium
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A young boys (fiddin pad) fad is now a grown mans profession
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To earn this is a blessing
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This skills have me guessing learn cause Im testing
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Follow this down no question
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No doubt check it out
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You be either rhyming in code or on some gangster node
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You all clockwork apocalypse you about to implode
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Collapsing on yourself cause your whole foundation is
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Built on lies dont apologize
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Cause once they watch you rise they wanna watch you fall
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And theyll all take a piece just like the Berlin wall
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And place it on their mantle like a souvenir
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And what they call a knick-knack is really your career
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Chorus
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You aint promise nothing but a pocket full of stress
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Still there be people that would die for less
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You aint promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow
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If they dont like the demo make a new one tomorrow
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You aint promise nothing but a pocket full of stress
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Still there be people that would die for less
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You aint promise nothing but a heart full of sorrow
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If they dont like the demo make a new one tomorrow
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When its time to rise Ill open the archives
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When you be in dreams you got 85s
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Chrome down with the leather package
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You got a home of your own
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Youre holding acres
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I got it made
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Season tickets to the Knickers and the Lakers
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Playing both coasts closed and European festivals
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Crowd scream decibels x2
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In your ear you wanna make rapping your career
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From Arkansas to Minnesota I sell out the quota
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I be the wet dream making cream for promoters
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We keep the shit right we dont be starting no fights
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And he wont hold out my dough cause Im a put out his lights
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And once the crew hits the stage the crowd gets involved
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We show love they show it back all problems solved
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You can boom shalock and jump to the sounds I pump
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But I aint quitting till Im shitting on Donald Trump
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So take heed to the verses and styles and versions
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When you socialize with other MCs
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And boast your rhymes to company enemies
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And in any cases that feel is what you want
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???
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You want to make money money and take every honey
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Rap charges aint funny but it boost your career
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Your penile style is now hanging from a tier
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Now you wanna know fear to impress your peers
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Now your ass outta here the rap game goes on
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Heart Full of Sorrow
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House Of Pain |