[Q-Tip ' Intro:]
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I don't care who first or who last
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I just know y'all betta rock dis at da drop of a dime, baby!
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I don't care what chy'all say or what chy'all do
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But you got to be finished befo' the music is through...
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[Q-Tip:]
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I don't think they heard me, hold up..
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..So here we go, now
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It be the +Midnight Maurader+ on the scene
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Geographically earthed in a place called Queens
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I was formed with my principles, way I displayed
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When I used to cool out where all the other kids played
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Cause I was way too ill, I would hone my skill
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Go out in the park and let my chemicals spill
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Right there, on Farmers Boulevard, I made my mark
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Two dudes, brothers would dip from us, me, and NARCS
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And then my, legend would grow on the A-train line
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Where rappers would gather to see my blowin nicks and dimes
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It was me, Big, Pete, Tanya, and Sa-{?}
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When in the heat of the cipher, I was not liable
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For all the casualties of the dutty MCs'
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I split the train car like Moses did the Red Sea
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Get it in ya head, we gon' rock the dead
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Night of the living MCs', the weak ones fled
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C'mon Bus..
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[Busta Rhymes:]
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Yo, yo, God body, wise intellegence
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Smack niggas and wrestle with elephants
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My beloved respect my benevolence
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Comin like missles, the issue is this
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Be the shit you can't rebel against
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Then I sniff out you niggas that be hidin in bushes - whassup?
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And strangle niggas like poisonous octopuses - shut the fuck up!
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Back with hazardous weathers and blizzards
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As I spit, stickin out my tongue like an iguana lizard
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At you corny niggas, Animal Planet rap, Wildlife
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Stabbin you in yo' back wild nice (Ahhhh!)
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While I hunt and eat you niggas like food, leavin you bleedin
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BEATS - rattle the speakers, like some buffalo stampedin
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If you don't understand what I'm sayin
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Lyrically I'm like goons acci-DENTALLY beatin you like gorillas playin (Ha ha!)
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Bitches know when I spit, I be seducin 'em
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Countless money with diamonds that's buried in Jerusalem
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The Renaissance {*echoes*}
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[Q-Tip:]
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WHOOO, that Busta Rhymes right there
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I don'- look like sendin Raekwon in here
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Where Raekwon at ??
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[Raekwon:]
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Aiyyo, aiyyo, squeezin Johnny Walker neck up in the Benzo freezin
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The head-long cock block pumpin is easy
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Poison medals on my neck wrists and arms
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Louie luggages is bronze, a big bag of D, Happy Kwanz'
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Together we the Chi-Lites to twists of the O'Jays
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One line from miss'll have you leanin like roach spray
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Poison up on holstery, my boys in Mrs., our choice
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Booklyn, Shaolin whylin in the Royces
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Old Gold at the Golden Globes, my robe hitin the cement
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Chef in the buildin, yep and he been
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A thousand one goons at the Rumba
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Certified clients, drug money and sum'thin up giants
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Yo, it's the Tarzan cocaine clan in the area
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Guerrillas in Louie hats, the more, the merrier
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Take mines, take a hunnid nines
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We be runnin out of rhymes, never bullets
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Try to front and you mines
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Renaissance...
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(WHOOOOOOOOOO-WHEEE!!!)
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[Lil Wayne:]
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*clears throat* A-go off...
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Let me spaz, let me spaz (c'mon)
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Though they call me Weezy F., you gon let me pass
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So ahead of my time with my next week ass
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Money on the dinner table like let's eat cash
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And I do it for the killers and the hunnid dolla billas
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And from now on, I don't think you should stunt without a million -
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Dollars in the bank, I got money in the bank
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Now throw yo' hands in the air if yo' pussy don't stank
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You got a bullet and a shank, I got a bullet and a tank
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I got fur, in my boots, and the hoody on the minks
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Stop sweatin me, you should follow me, I'm directin it
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Other fools break it down, I be dissectin it
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EVER since I made it up out of middle America
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Err'body wanna be in my genital area
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Butcha better stay away from my chemical barrier
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Weezy, baby, straight out the Cesarean, NUGGUH!!
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(What's it called man?) Oh yeah...(Hah?)
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"Renaissance Rap"
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[Marley-Tip ' Outro:]
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MAN, I ain't gon give y'all my microphone no more!
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Cause y'all tear it up when you get it
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Lemme see who you have
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Now, you have Q-Tip, you have Busta Rhymes
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You have Raekwon the Chef, you had Li |