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for me  to be on top bigger than
monuments
A star ghost super nova turns into a black hole 
That got put into your soul

Hook (x4)

Verse 3:
For those
Another new year  I got my crew here  lets get it on 
Miggity make money money! Yo  son I got the bomb 
See me swervan, through the urban 
Black
the cassette, player 

By fasting and prayer, I'm passing the ozone layer 

I meditate in the mere, top of skyscrapers 

Grew through a nature, droppin blew
your way
It's been a long time
Long time long time

[Verse]
[Black Thought]
Struck by the luck of the draw
Real life preservation
What I'm hustling for
"word"- Slick Rick

Intro:
Rock on. All my peoples up top rock on. All my peoples down low rock on. All
my peoples on the left rock on. All my
around your way
It's been a long time
Long time long time

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Struck by the luck of the draw
Real life preservation
What I'm
Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed Ghost is intelligent
Made thirty offa Def Jam I was killing 'em
 
Did cash
shower of radioactive moonbeams 
cascades from the tops of nearby urban structures
causing indescriminate loss of limb to several innocent passers by
the streets for some forty-fifth sweets 

So all y'all been told, black youth essential 

From the hard urban blocks of Now Rule residential 

That the God,
my jeans, make them stipper bitch get to it
Got sixes in my burban, I'm riding high and I'm swervin bruh
My kush hard in my back seat with a black
Black Sky crow is walking on the road,
Walking on the road.
Pine Forest Cablevision.
Apartment Now Leasin'.
Pop-a-Top Beverage & Bait Barn.
Two-thousand-three baby, Kool Keith, I'm up in here
Very different - and he wants to talk to you
Admire his immaturity

Took you away to better
[Kool Keith]
Yeah man, I just got home man... yeah
I was on tour with Prince and them
I did 32 shows with James Brown
Madonna just got home too, we
attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban
Iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban
Who get grazed by the bullet?
Triggers, who's quick to pull it?
Lovely lady  girl you drive me crazy 

[Kool Keith] 
I know this girl with her own crib  in isolation 
She's from Puerto Rico  half black
bitches don't never be learnin'
You bitches will never get what I be earnin'
I'm still gettin' plaques, from my records that's urban
Ain't gotta rely on top
prophecy
My attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban
Iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban
Who get grazed by the bullet?
Triggers, who's
It's on now
Feel threatened by this
T-Squad
T.S.
Takin shit
[ VERSE 1: Armageaddon ]
We 12-cylinder-pushin drug dealer-killers, we feelin this
to smack track
You the Mr. trapped-by-wack-contract
Me the black flag to kill on contact
You the dead roach, me the head coach
You player ready for
of this sphere 
Nuttin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here 
Wit the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster 
See me at the Copa, platinum choka
to
Hittin people like a scene of amazement
Floored by Erick Sermon arrangement
Frontin I can never do (uh-huh)
So now I'm lookin dead at you, so what you
of this sphere 
Nuttin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here 
Wit the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster 
See me at the Copa, platinum choka
Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers
Wonder Woman armed Ghost is intelligent
Made thirty offa Def Jam I was killing 'em
 
Did cash
You better hide your daughter 'cause I'm out to get laid with dick 
and have her sprung on this black ass nigga 

Straight up out the gutter, have
that'll make ya turn it up
And I was in the cut, chillin' in my drop-top Benz
with friends, loungin' with my mens, laughin 'bout all the ends
that I