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rippin' this

It's the Grinch who stole Christmas
Climbin' down ya chimney
Kids open up they gifts
They all gonna be empty
Just like mine was
I hate to say
know all about this song

The words were by an English guy
The music's Scandinavian
Wenceslas was five-foot-six
He kept his face unshaven

Though
You gotta be pop
And if you really want to pop
And I rather be dropped
Listen pops
Want to know a little more
About rap
First rule this is real
Ah-yo, can you feel it?
I know that everybody's heard of that (Vapors)
But this is the 98 version of that
Biz Mark, one of the founders of this art
(Vapors)
But this is the 98 version of that
Biz Mark, one of the founders of this art
Discovered evidence of this disease and documented it
Now the name
a man's thoughts by the way the lines cross his face
Hold five, everything live
And I vibe, ain't nobody thought this day would arrive
But I balance my
'Cause false moves get your whole face smothered like soul food
Right by the waist I got the Pro Tool, it's simply logic
Produce this hard dick in
this verse is like leavin' the gas on
Hog-tie a nigga for his bread, have the Hefty bag on
By any means, a cheddar king
Got a '98 kid's voice
somebody would step on my Bally leather's
Now it's whatever... hip-hop's forever
Kept my radio on 98 or BLS

Had a pre-pubescent lyric gift but niggaz
my radio on 98 or BLS
Had a pre-pubescent lyric gift but **** never hear me spit
My little brother tried to warn 'em, I was a tornado comin'
He knew
Intro:
[Willie D]
Geto Boys
(G.B.)'98
We gonna set this shit straight, belive that
Don't you wish sometimes you can be free
Free from incarceration
the place. And I'm pale as I ever was baby face, with a frame like a skeleton. Skinny kid, no friends still love by everyone. No shit I was cool, I had plenty
the synergy
Created with my woman since '98 'til Infinity
And Zion I, by and by, see eye to eye
A Legend's work is never done, we try and try
I heard it
Yeah, yeah, you know how me and you do

[Verse 1]
Real People walk in the streets, the streets is talkin'
Often it's beef this city never does
Jean Michel
Surrounded by Warhols
My whole team ball
Twin Bugattis outside the Art Basel
I just wanna live life colossal
Leonardo Da Vinci flows
Riccardo
rhyming gun

[Delite]
Yo, pop-pop-pop, what a shot, here's another jam
This time around I come again to slam
See I write the songs that makes the young
truths through my "Hard Knock Life" time my gift and a curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths
I built the Dynasty by
for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty
The world'll feel my truths through my "Hard Knock Life" time my gift and a curse
I
the synergy
Created with my woman since '98 'til Infinity
And Zion I, by and by, see eye to eye
A Legend's work is never done, we try and try
I heard it
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
numbers 
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers 
Bitches among us 
Try not to let this bullshit become us 
This started from hunger, tell it all when they sane
kill my baby, but she know her baby crazy
In and out of jail, mom's screamin', "God take me!"

This is your pop, chip off the old block that made him
baby, but she know her baby crazy
In and out of jail, mom's screaming, "God take me!"
This is your pop, chip off the old block that made him
The man
Surrounded by six's and Hummers 
Bitches among us 
Try not to let this bullshit become us 
This started from hunger, tell it all when they sane 
Now
Wid a monk learning Wu-Tang karate 
It's unfortunate niggas can't afford this 
My 20 blew chords here 
I hate eating sword fish 
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