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Regnat the Dragon Slayer, king of sea and land 
When people spot your sail they fear the sword that's in your hand 
I was born your son and with my
jem in my beauty sleep, sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
Come on, we juggle mic's
We come on all the amps, advance the final
Show
the man on the Moon

One small step for man
But a giant leap for mankind
The mighty Apollo prevailed
The Eagle has landed

I go back to my warm bed,
forever;

Oh my bold hearts, we will go down to the city,
We will live by city light, but in the darkest hour,
Keep this fire alive;

We will grow
? I do my dog! so T.T.G. let's go to war!
Number one video B.E.T., M.T.V. so Sucker Free 
You live your life through these movies you a T.V.,
A nigga
rookie cops know my props go high like himilayan mountains Mega bouncin in the a z3 countin up g's wit no doubt son
Nas:
I'll die for my niggas stick you
Got on my hoodie and my motherfucking Desert Eagle 
You wanna do me, then you go and tell the people 
Knock me down, temp drops as the sun rise 
I
mc's go away and let your label prostitute ya
Give me my space and let the swinger swing
Nigga don't you know that Jane can't even stop this crazy
up to bat 
Attack a hit to go beyond this age of rap counterfeits 
Out of the heavens August one seven  sixty nine 
Born I  wonder why with
Got on my hoodie and my motherfucking Desert Eagle 
You wanna do me, then you go and tell the people 
Knock me down, temp drops as the sun rise 
I
that's just what comes with being a man
I try to do all that I can to make sure that
My son grow up without having to see half of the stuff I've been
And watch the shore by the rising tide now the whole world can see me
When they get foul that's when my style gets wild
I hang a man in front of a crowd
cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the scrotum
It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em
'cause the Pips be stinky like Pepi
suckers that's runnin' they lip
You can try any one of my shoes on none of em fit
Your hundreds are shorter I'll your pops his son is a daughter
All I need
Boing>



(Yeah representin' live all my UK hip hop heads in the North Side, el tarno)

Down it's gonna bang in ya face, lets go



[Skinnyman (RZA)]
the squad's cappin', I'm in the mix 
And i'd rather be touched by twelve, than laid by six 
My kind, on the front line still standin 

Mr. Billy Danze,
been a part of that throughout the years 
I'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real
And love to all my niggas that have died out
runnin' they lip
You can try any one of my shoes on none of em fit
Your hundreds are shorter I'll your pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars
don't understand, I'm too deadly to be took out nigga

Sittin' up in my crib feelin' bored
Can't go outside and increase my loot
'Cause it's
stranglin' babies

See, it's death to all my enemies that's RIP only tactic
But if by chance we kill each other our souls'll go at it
See I'm doggin'
popped back in '88
The black gate where son lay, never made the paper

Just another caper pulled by a masked killer, broad day light
Crown Heights,
and the steak and the potatoes and the plate
Never a dummy, rejections are funny
First years of my life I thought that food stamps were money
So by ten I was
underground like the rap genie
And watch the shore by the rising tide
Now the whole world can see me

When they get foul that's when my style gets wild
I
Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from Medina they will see you
When you re-up bring your heater all your cream go between us
Real shit, my Desert
cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the scrotum
It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em
'cause the Pips be stinky like Pepi