greetings
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ok i'll make this short
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we in the house
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we got Mikah 9 Abstract Rude Peace
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Vic Hop Fat Jack and myself Aceyalone
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we come for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
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bring them laughter after which bring them tears
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i seen it comin' and knew it was a plot
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legislation had a plan to kill hip hop
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i got wind from a snitch i kept in contact w/this
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bitch ass judge who was paid off
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soon after that he got laid off
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i'm lettin' niggas know you tryin' to stop a muthafucka's flow
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hold your black stallions and your black sheeps
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black clan aided a nigga and got heat
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we met up on Stepney and Market sparked it
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mapped out the target
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we gon' take out their number one sergeant
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young and strong we bailed up on their front lawn
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to kill the enemy
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remember me
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well if you remember me you'll remember
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i'm the one who broke into the pentagon took fouls planted bombs
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now i possess the blueprint
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i counter the message you sent
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no longer will you slander and tamper w/our music
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copies of the document we're xeroxed
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the ghetto took offense in defense of hip hop
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shot down rolled 'em up loc'ed up bailed out
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saved the day
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then into thin air i fade away
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scorpion
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we come for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
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bring them laughter after which bring them tears
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the story had never been told until now
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as the glory of the kingdom come comes down
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disguised as a janitor the washman
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i swept and mopped the floors
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better yet i was a spook behind the door
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w/a perfect view from the bannister
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feeling like Lee Harvey
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'cept i got a hundred million years in me
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first thing i did was aim
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lock him in my scope
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squeeze
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bust his melon open now i'm pleased
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in the name of MC's
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already passed the time that they allotted me
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the housekeeper spotted me
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it was either her or me
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click clack
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she says i will not say what i see
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but i never could have trusted her so i busted her in her chest
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then laughed
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then headed for the elevator shaft
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but it was too late the jig was up
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there was pigs all in the building
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so i tried to escape to the fire escape from homicide
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yeah i killed him
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hangin' from the third story ladder
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i dropped and i felt my ankle shatter
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no time to lose juice from my bladder
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my mission was completed and that was all that mattered
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the van was parked a hundred yards from the scene of the crime
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but it was hard to run w/a broken foot
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just like i thought they blasted
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i took one to the gut
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i was laying there thinkin' about death
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just watchin' my blood spill out
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just then the van pulls up and i jump in
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and then we pull out (?lickin'?) shouts for the glory
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we come for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
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bring them laughter after which bring them tears
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i walk in like a normal black
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gun peckin' jaw snatching
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slide
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they like the way i glide
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to the back break out my backpack and stack my shit up
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ah it's bulging now
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looked around heard a gun shot
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pow
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i looked down I whipped out my shit
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unloaded my clip
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jetting by the count i slipped
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tripped out
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landed on my hip crawled out
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i hit a tuck and roll up and out
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into a flip and boned out now i'm zonin'
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I'm nine glocks and seven 380's richer
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i'm fit to blow the foundation off this beyotch up
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synchronized for the race
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i push the button
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nuke the place
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timed myself dashin to the ride
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i hops inside
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keys already in the ignition
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i cranks it slaps it in drive
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fizorty-fizive seconds til dizamage
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ride b-boy
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kingdom
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we come for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
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bring them laughter after which bring them tears
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we come for the glory of the b-boy kingdom
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bring them laughter after which bring them tears
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B-Boy Kingdom
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Aceyalone |