"And so, my fellow Americans
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Ask not.. what your country can do for you
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Ask what you can do for your country" -> President John F. Kennedy
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"And now, back to New York"
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[Pete Nice]
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Heart as, hard as, Chinese arithmetic
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Avante garder, not a heretic
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Figure out a right rhyme, stick it in my cranium
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Pete Nice, elemental like uranium
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Throwin joints, blowin like a cool breeze
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Swimmin in, I lift on juice, I wax MC's
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These hoes go frontin on my Jimmy
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I smack em on the back, sit em down, say
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"Gimme some rhythm" (Rhythm!) Baby loosen up my collar
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I'll lay you out, like a funeral parlor
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Ready willin, fillin, killin for a Billin, Top
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I never stop, with Serch and Sam drillin it
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Soul in the Hole, MC's workin
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Kickin it, vickin, the suckers who be jerkin
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Me and my posse are hardcore, you want some more
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reason that I'm squeezin your girl (You never please her!)
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So I pleased, then I threw her in the gutter
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Cut her off, my wisdom wiser so I muster
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rows of all opposed, lows conquer all
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Those who pose as dope I say nope, I wear def clothes
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Dapper like Dan from, three the hard one
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Never stigmatize as a rapper or I'll slap ya
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You're stung from my tongue as you run from the drum
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(Diggy drum) Three the hard way, wordz of wizdom
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"This time there was three"
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"One two..""Three the hard way!"
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"This time there was three"
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"One two..""Three the hard way!"
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[MC Serch]
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A branch of the hip-hop tip grills your dome
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You're toe ingrown low showin you ain't got nobody home
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Prone to the microphone, light up, and take out
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Make you your will Bill, three is gonna break out
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the stylee, me and P-E-T-E
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Embark on a mission that's deadly, break out the ammo
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Aiyyo Sammo, hook up the beat
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and I'll lay the plan OH man
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you just got taken, I took a head out
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Attack on the back of the six of the Guinness Stout
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Usin abusin, those of the past tense
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Funning gunning, but I'm summing up the nonsense
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Three, the hard way, cards laid are OK
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Gettin up and settin up, just for a payday
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The minister, sinister (I ain't no devil!)
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Ten snakes circle and scoundrel Sam level
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This track to SMACK, the smile off a doubter
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The brother's, another MC who's about
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frontin like he's buntin, deceivin the delinquent
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Rappers on track, bustin out a medium
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For those opposed, who manifest a diss
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Pete tell em: "Manifest THIS!"
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Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen
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Yo I'm Elvis with the wordz of wizdom
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"This time there was three"
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"One two..""Three the hard way!"
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"This time there was three"
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"One two..""Three the hard way!"
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[Pete Nice]
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A ludicrous buddhist, boo this when I do this
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So true to this, perpetrators view this
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style, empirical, lyrical, it's critical
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Three the hard way, boy you need medical attention
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I'm like a surgeon in my left hand
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hold a microphone like a scalpel so you understand
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Wordz of wisdom, woven like a spider
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Bitch on my tip, I get busy and I ride her
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uptown, then I drown her like a psycho-pathic
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cause I'm graphic on the mic I never let go
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Light skinner eat dinner like a soul man
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Prove with the rhyme I'm down, Sam's hands
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transform strong (too strong) as a good pitch
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switch up the wizdom, into word which
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kicks out the Benzi in a frenzy it sends me
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up the Bronx River back to Brooklyn apprehends me
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like a d-tech bustin my man in the projects
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I'll send you up North, I ain't givin respect
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Prejudicial, your style artificial
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As live as limb that's attached to a criple
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It's simple (so simple) eliminate you like Gotti
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I chill in Bed-Stuy and drive a Mazzeratti
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With the body of a freak on my side, how am I livin?
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(How ya livin?) Larger than large, with the wordz of wizdom
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[MC Serch]
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Hyper-selective, Serch is attracting
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females who focus on the future, not slacking
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Rhythmic it's too quick, feel it, I let it flow
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Sam Sever seas'll submerge, so let it go
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throughout, or put out, lyrics like a d-valve
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Speak up, a deeper me |