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chosen 
To explore new terrain, then remain unseen, throughout the war 
Dips like a low-low, with my verbal fo'-fo' 
The cocoa complexion MC with
again ready to get ill
The beat's not fake, the rhyme's hardcore
My name is M.C. Shan and I'm down by law

There's been this rumor going around
About
again ready to get ill
The beat's not fake, the rhyme's hardcore
My name is M.C. Shan and I'm down by law

There's been this rumor going around
About
one since birth.
"New York is number one today in the house!"

[El P]
I'll do the simple shit; strike harder than Hoffa.
El the maladjusted, MC
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
Oh, you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
[Erick Sermon] 
Yeah yeah  uh huh  word up 
Yo yo yo, 
Yo! 

Hey yo this here's procedure rock MC's during my leisure 
Time I spend to do em in
from the imperial
In theory, though, low end scenario
It's sound boy burial drove me to classic material
Aerial nights blew my mind out of stereotypes
spray
Slap hands with my mans by the walls we play
Now, waist chains and cami-flauge complete sag
Live pools, my squad rules
From solar to lunar, cheap
mad pies
Low price, I blow dice and throw em
Forty-five by my scrotum, manifest the "Do or Die" slogan
My niggas roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods popping
The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip
Girls rush the stage, fagots cold dip
Low to avoid the caps and blows
By the gang bangers at the B boy shows
New York throw chairs 
The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip 
Girls rush the stage  fagots cold dip 
Low to avoid the caps and blows 
By
correctional Facilitys 
Limit all capabilities muthafuck MC's 
Hard to read like Japanese 
I'm spreading like disease 
So I can't be stopped 
By who you run
insurance 

Not your everyday occurrence 

My rhyme torments MC's with the fear of God 

You'll be cursed like Farad, and struck by the iron rod
got me started real quick
I represent the Bronx, but I am a New Yorker
All vegeterian, never eat pork or
Chicken in a battle yes my brain starts
The Little Daddy Shane
[Little Daddy Shane]
The mic is all mine
MC's crawl by when they see this tall guy
Six foot three huh, nobody's small fry
ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
and drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out
or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through
a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson

City lights spark a New York night
Rossi and Martini sippin, Sergio Tachinni flippin mad pies
Low price, I blow dice and throw
That's my flavor, experimental behavior ?by scientist? 
Got props from Brooklyn Hasidic Jews to Queens Zionists 
The Manhattan/New Jersualem type
on a spree for new degrees
Things to do and see until nothing is new to me
A true MC usually be into a breeze
And I can still see New York City through
plucked like rose pedals
Arresting and holding, penetrate forbidden regions
Wack MC's only lasted one season
The morale was low at the corral
Adjective
uranium
Throwin' joints, blowin like a cool breeze
Swimmin' in, I lift on juice, I wax MC's
These hoes go frontin' on my Jimmy
I smack em on the back,
world but never been to Florida

They holdin' my shit, all winter
By the time the shit drop, I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand
the boogie
I be loyal to my peeps
Like budha stud doogie

Never very bad news
Payin' crazy dues
I'm blowin' out crews
And tamin' mad shrews

Like Bill
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because the game was supposed to be sold we livid
Came from the streets we the voice
The grand awakening, plan to take it in
I demand your patronage, mobilize my battletanks
With clusters small, empty ?
Many MCs cruise low earth orbit