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Yeah (Where haven't we been yet)
Fool (Jet Set now where haven't)
Where haven't, we been (Gotta stay fresh)
Yeah, (Life under the scope)
(Full speed,
was blind
So I find
Mankind is a serious threat
To another others kind when there's something to get
In a vet gonna fast jet to the spot to see what
all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she be
Tony Starks, Cappachino
Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice while I release the confrontation
Donna holy fat bads
the power
Killing haters off by the hour
Hop off the jet to the towers
Both top floors are ours
How could you?
Not love, love, love what you into
I'm in
Rae-Gambino
Mastermind the plan, Tony Starks, Cappachino
Develop while your head be swellin up all for the nation
Blinded by the ice while I release
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

The ship that sails the seven seas
Has finally brought me to my knees
It's not much to my liking
The people standing
Steve, style bionic 

You get to workin, your head bop, you not jerkin 

You be out lurkin for danger, in my Ranger 

You think I'm bugged man? With
Verse 1
[Debonaire] Everybody that we see'll be shocked and stunned
            'Cause it's me, Debonaire, the man that's done
by the harm and armor posse
Prolly got me on a radar with a dot
These watching, plotting minions of the lower God scene
Shit hawks abound, in
Bob your head 
Bob your head

As we bop on
To the break of dawn..
The non-stop hip-hop bop
Takes you on down
To the last, STOP!!		"ruff, ruff
And the cold wind blows
Will you come to me?
And when the sun is high
And we hear a dozen jets fly by
Will we touch the sky?
Touch the sky

You see me in
From the rooftop
The jets go by
Without you
The city stops the sky
 
  You were my bright and morning star
  I will wait for you
  You were my
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo-woo-woo-woo!
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga

I'm Big Bank, I am the chief
I got a lot of raps but I'll be brief
I never
Unconceivable, unbelievable
Grammar like a hammer information receivable
Sent by the Lord, here and abroad
with words well adored now they can't
I go from skip-skop to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk ships from the Pacific
farmer man.
Give me the farmer man. Once again it's the farmer man.

I go from skip-skop(?) to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit
wild,
When I was a kid, I conformed to his style.
Be-boy deluxe from yankees to canucks
With connects and contacts, and always came correct.
Exact
I go from skip-skop to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk ships from the Pacific
Hollow man bop, gliding
Shuffle through the tides of slime smiling
Could be the high or just mind control dying
Fuck it throw me on the problem pile
farmer man.
Give me the farmer man. Once again it's the farmer man.

I go from skip-skop(?) to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit
The penny arcades, hangin out by the pool hall
Used to bop down the block with the box, old school, y'all
Fellas said 'ho', the ladies screamed 'aw'
But that
my thoughts slip
Thinkin' that my plans just barely coincide with my money clip
But get a grip 'cause by the end of the day, bro
Your pockets'll be
Flav clock yo
Niggaz want me dead but they scared to step to me
Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy
When beef collide look on the flip by
lay me down to sleep
And I pray to the Lord my soul to keep
Rubbin' on my rosary beads
That if there shouldn't be a dawn
That I rise and yawn
Then