* promotional EP released on Razor Sharp Records in late '97
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Chorus: U-God
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Hysterical lyrical launch, anotha riddle
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A miracle little by little, fits right up the middle
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*repeat 2X*
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[Cappadonna]
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Let us milk this cow, the best way we know how
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Park Hill projects, chicka-POW
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One culture, return of the track slasher
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Double doser, Cappadonna broadcaster
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Strivin for perfection, the only way I got
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my life back was through investin, devotion
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Movin my soul toward the skit, vocabulary
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comin out my ass like shit, to feed my babies
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I gotta fight y'all MC's, this money
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be gettin me high just like trees in these tracks
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I milk for all my childhood, make me feel good
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So I keep on writin meditatin in the ghetto
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Makin love waitin for lost minds to settle
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then I speak out, because we all need the guidance
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Deep down inside is where you could define science
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My mother told me, when I was so stressed out
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"All you gotta do is just put your best out"
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and I did it
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Chorus 2X
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[Cappadonna]
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Yo, new Cappadonna is about to exhale kid
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Hold all the phone calls, stop all the mail
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Cappadonna raise hell, speak and I broke the shells
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Seen brothers that fell when I slipped
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I had my alibi tight that night, up in the Hill chillin
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y'all'll get shot, move away things are too hot
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Look at my spot now, friends are exiled from close distance
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I broke resistance, every time I step up, I rip reps up
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Ku Klux, my words swing around like numchucks
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This ain't for big bucks, never can quit this rap shit
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it feeds my seeds, I can barely breathe
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But y'all cats better believe keep off, your darts are soft
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while I throw these missiles, at your skin tissue
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You can't escape I absorb, gigantic crowds all aboard
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Watch out for city fraud, my darts slam like doors
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Makin it hard for you to get yours, selfish
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Chorus 2X
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Anotha Riddle
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Cappadonna |