[Featuring No I.D.]
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("Yeah yeah, now check the method" - Extra P from ATCQ's _Keep It
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Rollin_)
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* cut and scratched 4X by Mista Sinister
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Verse One: No I.D.
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No time to get all excited, just write it
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from the inside let the pen slide, and spread
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the ink on the papyrus, come understand this (what?)
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Paint the canvas, givin you my vision
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To mold you, compose you
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Get a picture of the scene, then get an exposure
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Words out my cipher, the life of my circle
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Train tracks aside of me, Cabrini to Idabi, don't lie to me
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You want me in your needle
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Squirt me in your vein, maintain on the couch
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I excite your brain till I'm out of your system
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Be digger not a nigger or a niggerole I figure you're
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the winner of the bread, precede your thoughts
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'fore they come into your head (yo kid kinda nice!)
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From the word, I speak, unique, clear and concise
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Heads I'm boring, soaring to a new height of flight
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And then fight the night
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With a light to gain sight make your competition say AIGHT
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No I.D. from the city with a bridge on thirty-first
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Makin all butt crews disperse
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Chorus: repeat 4X
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[No I.D.] I'm in my own world ("Yeah yeah, now check the method")
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Verse Two: Common
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[No I.D.] ("Check the method") I'm in my own world
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I say pay attention boy, I say UHH looka here
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I want you to see me when you do you look and fear
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I dilate pupils it's cornea than a retina
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My Book of Life you felt it, because of the texture
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When I'm bubbly I call the ex ta, see if she still love me
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I'm advanced like a copy studs be on my sac to dub me
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CHEAP ASS NIGGAZ! Go and purchase it
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I ain't do all this work for shit
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my style's my child I gave birth to it
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Like an immaculate conception, clean I came
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Went through label pains, didn't give shorty a name
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I put, bros before hoes that's the way love and life goes
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It's a Jungle out there but I'm never Fever-in for them white hoes
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I love black thighs, you sisters better realize
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The real hair and real eyes get real guys
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So before you makeup your face, you better make up your mind
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I hope you wake up in time for the revolution, or you gon be like
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"I can't believe it! I got shot!"
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Bowe/bo so I lick one, not for Riddick
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But I got the Rid, for my dick
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And the crab MC's that be all over it
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Huh, what good is the Rid without the comb?
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I'm the street pick peace to Nick, Tim, Mark and Sekendall
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I remember me and Deion tried to get into Mendal
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I didn't have No I.D., they wouldn't let me in
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Now them same gumps be askin me to get them in
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I be like, "You don't know me... fool"
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And color it purple, cause he ain't in my circle
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Now I'm talkin square biz to you and I'm out
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I'm in my own world
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In My Own World (Check The Method)
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Common |