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the back
Eight track slap off the rack, I have to relapse
Po' of the fo' out the tap, break a bro back to the snap
She lives in my lap, eager to give up
Apocalypse Now
Mind over matter next batter be Tical
Put it on a platter how much uncut
Raw shit we dealin' wit, murder track what

Slang killin' it,
Well what we're dealing with is music, music, music
So many categories styles and ways that we've used it
To keep you in tune with the sound track
Here to stay
Even when I'm gone
When I close my eyes
Through the passage of time
Kings never die

I can hear the drummer drumming
And the trumpets,
say your not getting enough
I'm being pampered by two sluts with tits
That haven't been tampered with, runnin my tongue rancid
All over nipples your
the wall
Allow me to introduce myself
My name is Royce Five Nine
Sick Sick Emcee
Here to filter the game
To let clips empty
Track master sound now
[Raekwon]
Straight up nigga, I'm a money nigga man
You know what time it is wit me, yo
That's right
Take the track, cut the heads off, split it
control mine
Like the master from an old kung-fu flick
Killin MC's with a lyrical death kick
Laid-back in the track like a cantor
Wonderin what they want
readin' Stephen King, Joan Collins ain't my thing
Whenever I got beef, I give [Name] a ring
I cool with Walter and Lumumba in an Aero Star
Yo Wise,
[Raekwon]
Straight up nigga, I'm a money nigga man
You know what time it is wit me, yo
That's right
Take the track, cut the heads off, split it
(You was jealous, it's all your fault) --> Milk Dee
	(What's up, punk?)
	(You was jealous, it's all your fault)
	(Pretty soon it's a homie you're
the law on us
They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the Don?
Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond
My game is on lock, till
dat
Backed up by the 95 South and it goes like this, c'mon

Ding ding dong a-ding ding da-dong dong
Huh, true dat, true dat true dat
Ding ding dong
the law on us
They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the Don?
Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond
My game is on lock, till