[Intro: Sample]
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Shit, motherfucker you talkin' to the kid.
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[Talking: Brother Ali]
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Yeah. Ladies and gentlemen. Boys and girls
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The one and only Brother Ali is in the house tonight
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That's me. We gettin' directly into this right here
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[Verse 1:]
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Hold up
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Do you mind? I'm trying to build a kingdom here
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Walk to the store with your boy let's get a ginger beer
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Listen here I got some shit to sprinkle in your ear
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Rip and tear the kick and snare, whistle like Rakim was near
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Independent penmanship, sending bitch-tendency-havin'-rich-rappers to their residences
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My present tense is legendary livin'
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Like my fifty grand merch, work for what I'm givin'
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Build and add to it with the skill I mastered it
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Carefully grabbin' shit to build a castle with
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Ended up champion of underground rappin'
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It ain't what I imagined but I still ain't mad at it
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I'm in a college town bossin' that crowd around
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Raise your hands, wave em up, do it like this and holler out
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Like a Gladiator movie score
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Try to teach a cracker rapper how to clap on two and four
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In the crowd I'm shakin' peoples hands
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Just to take an equal stance with my barely legal fans
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Can't believe they ass came and heard him raw
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Made em want to run and hug him with a sweaty shirt and all
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Labels turn me off, I ain't what they lookin' for
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I ain't got a six pack, tatoo or a bullet hole
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But I'm muscle underneath all that
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You get your peanut smacked
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I scrap like I'm Butterbean on crack
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How he manage not to catch heat flashes?
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On stage Adidas jacket doin' Heavy D dances
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These rappers are graffiti on canvas
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Even if they snappin' they could only be half of it
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[Chorus:]
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I say shit motherfucker shit
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Ali and I'm sittin' on another hit
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He got his fist up to the government
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Still tryin' to get his dick sucked, son of a bitch
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So let me talk my shit
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C'mon now, let me talk my shit
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Calm down, let me talk my shit
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[Verse 2:]
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Let me start off my shit like this
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Quiet down now the masters rappin'
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And Ant got his back trying to craft a classic
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Joe Mabbott track, they have to grab it
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Like my dick when they... naw, I ain't sayin' that shit
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We all thought some weak lines by now
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But you actually rewind and write yours down
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You must be high in the studio to speak it
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And then decide to keep it and release it
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So either you believe it
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Or you don't give three shits about havin' lyrics, you can take it or leave it
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So if you're not really thinkin' about the things that you say
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Then don't call me a hater when I feel the same way
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Came up in the day, listening to the greats
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Love the smell of fate, half a cotton and a weight?
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I ain't dumbin' down you're gonna have to smarten up
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Too tough, your blade ain't sharp enough to cut
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Bout to fuck em up
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Someone should have ran and told him that I'm nuts
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Buttercup ain't tryin' to knuckle up
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Sock 'em in the eye, baby, slug 'em in the gut
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Should have never let the Brother run a muck
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What the fuck!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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Big bad, fat ass
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Cat that can rap fast
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Straight up nasty like a New Orleans lap dance
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Last chance to pass on the chitterlings
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But act now and we can still split a thing of chicken wings
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Fredo Corleone, bitch kiss the pinky ring
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Backpack raps answer to Sam Kinison
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Is in your town
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Act like your shit isn't brown
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Your highness probably piss sitting down
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These Eddie Brock MCs is so venomous
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Can't seem to picture the authenticness
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Trying to keep up is bad for your health
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It's a walk in the park, I'm photographing myself
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[Chorus]
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[Scratching: EPMD on "So Whatcha Sayin'"]
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"People round town talkin' this and that"
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Talkin' My Shit
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Brother Ali |