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To be a spot against the sky's colossal gloom
And land deflated in some neighbor's state that's strewn
With ninety-nine others

Eight Chinese brothers
brother, yo, he's at the drug spots
Livin' off that cheap Chinese food
He says he only bumps the people when he's in the mood
Runnin' 'round with his crews
apparently for some reason he just ain't happenin'
I call this brother mr. pitiful
I wanna tell you somethin' about him, check it out

The story begins in
rapping cyphers or brothers in the rented Benz 
Crews on stage, acting hard with a thousand friends 
I saw the place turn plastic, crackers looping beats
would be there
Me and my sisters and brothers getting ready for bed 
Can't wait to get toys for all the break bread
Mom's in plent jammies in
fat stomachs in the limousines 
Mixtapes by wack DJ's adds doo doo play 
I'm on the turnpike, the city drifting down the highway 
Like a mirage,
the Squad, no more than four to five brothers 

Six or more, you seen got smothered 

By a fist of fury, next is the verdict 

Let's hear it from the jury
over the world 
Tri-state, every five borough 
Word up, these brothers been doin this for a minute 
man, gettin busy man, just.. cuttin 'em up man
'cause these brothers don't slack
They always comin' with the up-to-par
You can call X-Ecutioners the best by far

Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah
Know what I'm
on TV by my brother and me
We gon rise like the sun my brother and me
We be gettin' hella drunk my brother and me
And shawty I'm on the counters my
slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York
Slither in the streets, of Manhattan
In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx
Streets of Staten Island
Yo, on the M-I-see right about now, I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane. I got my 
Man Scoob Lover on the side of me, DJ Mister Cee on the wheels
catcher, drops ya, slasher
Dat's the the bastard with the fastest ass capture
No moonwalk, my tune's talk all by they fuckin lonely
Phone me home I'm in
the noise
While the bullets break your bones up like Christmas toys
If I go solo, I'm doin' a song with Bolo
A big Chinese nigga, screamin' "Kuniva yo yo"
Willie was my cab 
I was hated in the hood Yo by all the mothers 

I used to, deliver food Yo my six brothers 
Robbing Chinese food man, me and my crew
an LP
But right about now in 2003
I gotta make one to rock the party
As I change back from DJ to MC
Now it's time to get funky!
For the ladies, for
Classic, like a slapbox festival
Or when cats come home from doin five live federal
Surrounded by cheese like Domino, cat be cool
Mommy's got a gat, papi too
The phone rings
Another peaceful moment is lost
Latifah's chest jingle in "Set It Off"
I press pause in the bed as a king
I let it ring 4 or 5 times
comin in at your backdoor
My rhymes hit hard, no games like ping-pong
I'm strong (like who Craig?) Kong!
I'm flexin, what's next in, my funk track
And you run up behind me trying to get pregnant by me 
And in a year, I'll bet you'll be on welfare 
Don't cry for help dear, you put yourself
in it
Look, your man's getting booked and fingerprinted
Polo drives a Benz from state to stae
By the way, guess who made his license plates
Thought I
by the counts of 5, refrigerator roof full of animals and monsters
Incinerated shoes and the manual for contra
Assorted memories from my childhood
Tell me why or what do you believe in
Is it money?
Now, is it power?
Pimp I pimp I pimp hour by hour

[Verse Three]
My people built this
a rather proud
Brother, originator of the Third Power
Action the posse grows just like a flower
Check it out, here's the scene
The nightclub, you know
the hell you think we livin?
How you think it feel to be a Simmons
Imagine Christmas and Thanksgiving
People want to know why I ain't on my brother's