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of the original
Orphaned trio, abandoned by lyrical
Through us, the echelon exposed with the roll with no soul
Counterfeit style, born sworn and sold
Out with
[Rakim] 

Me and the rap's laid back 

Nonchalant and relaxed in the track 

Put together well  so it ain't hard to tell 

Easy to recognize
Yeah..
You motherfuckers oughta let me go and finish this motherfuckin album
Dr. Dooom..
Name of this track is called "I Don't Want
drumma boy on the track so dont hold your breathe
Im so icy but my flow will make the soldiers melt
I sewed the game up like my granny sewed a quilt
Yeah..
You motherfuckers oughta let me go and finish this motherfuckin album
Dr. Dooom..
Name of this track is called "I Don't Want
Zaytoven on the track
Zay-tiggy
Gucci
Gucci

So Watch Entertainment
Lets Go

[Chorus]
They call me Chef-Boy-R.G.
But hold that thought
Its
foller?

Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win

In the middle of the track, up spoke
of a record
Just respected by others as the man with the solution
An artist of the 80's came and left his contribution
On wax, relax, there's 24 tracks
with these hi-deas

I took a puff puff pass, before I finished touching up the track
Now my minds racing in circles and running laps
Trying to figure
Parapliers the willow dipped
Rolled roots gnarled like rakers
This hollow hole don't hold no jokers or fakers
Don't fall by no jokers or fakers
and women will be played by boy and girl
Lets all take seats
Please quiet during the performance
Lift her pull her from the orchids

Trying to read the script
waitin' for me to fall, but I won't

[Chorus]

I gotta jump on the A-Train, I saw cat with a scat he was blowin' like Coltrane
My boys' said give him
Billy, he's down by the railroad tracks
Sittin' low in the back seat of his Cadillac
Diamond Jackie, she's so intact
And she falls so softly
full of men
No kids or boys, E got the Mac 10
Islam's got the Zulu Nation back up
DJ Aladdin's who
Hooked the fuckin' track up
Syndicate's make'n
jump the tracks
You can refrain
Keep it contained
This is your brain

Then she walks right by
And that all goes out the window
And your IQ starts
He was just a poor boy livin' down by the railroad tracks
His father worked so hard to provide that he died of a cardiac
He made himself a promise
[Afficial]
Afficial we the Reebok boys, call us a classic
And rap slowly up on the block, gun and a package
I leave the country cause Paris cooler
Fall back
call stuck up
Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up
Pull the truck up, Luck you know the name
Ass out in the bleachers stay shittin'
I pray to God I get my Uncle out the crack spot 

I hear mad shots  homicide come and play Matlock 
But never crack the case cause the defendant's
the dysfunctional son.
Trapped in my digital domain... (The El to the P.) 
Yo, fuck rappers that freak a fable; phony will make them fall out.
Frequencies painful;
your mind 
Once the performance is completed seated in the back 
Too cool to throw yo' hands up; I never quite understood 
Alla that what you too
your mind 
Once the performance is completed seated in the back 
Too cool to throw yo' hands up; I never quite understood 
Alla that what you too
got that town swag
IPod slappin', listenin' to "Black Mags"
That boy out on his own, thinking that he grown
Wet behind the ears tryna show he got
town boy bein' used like a toy
And livin' on a day to day"

But you must believe that when I walk down the tracks
All those young girls fall back
a small town boy bein' used like a toy
And livin' on a day to day

But you must believe that when I walk down the tracks
All those young girls fall back