Lyrics:
Blinded by the riches blinded by the gold blinded by Gucci blinded by the flow
Scoring by the drugs blinded by the o's blinded by the pussy blinded
a book out called The Emperor Wears No Clothes. The author's name is Jack Herer. It's published by Queen of Clubs, and I think there's ads for it in High
Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get
that I'm the king by how I move through the city
And I can make it a queen and move through it with me
I can tell that your ready I can see that your
We don't say swag no more we say swank
Yo, yo, Hip-Hop's a jungle
Uh, lost in his time I'm just tryna get it like a boss in his prime
These fake
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
a piece of this gangsta, lean, straight from Queens
Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Wouldn't bite
the praise
The tranquility will make ya unball your fist
For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist
A brand new twist with a whole heap of mystic
So low-key
a piece of this gangsta, lean, straight from Queens
Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Wouldn't bite
a piece of this gangsta, lean, straight from Queens
Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Wouldn't bite
the rest
[Raheim]
So my name is Raheim
I'm a son of a queen
I'm the king of a castle
Don't give me no hastle
Young ladies in the place, put me
a widow
Did not you know that my styles are top-dollar?
The Five-Foot Assassin knocking fleas off his collar
Hip-hop scholar since being knee-high
So turn your speakers way up, until your ears start to pop
And if your mom starts beefin', say, "Mom, do the Whop"
Hop on the dance floor, dance
bubbling on both coasts
I'm that seventies baby, reppin' hip-hop for the nineties
Love Movement or Love Below
Atl and Queens, blow
Wow
We make
hip-hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite
the praise
The tranquility will make ya unball your fist
For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist
A brand new twist with a whole heap of mystic
So low-key
the rest
[Raheim]
So my name is Raheim
I'm a son of a queen
I'm the king of a castle
Don't give me no hastle
Young ladies in the place, put me
part of a team,/
our realm is ruled by " miss hip hop" the reverend queen/
real love 'n unity is theme of the kingsize reguiem
Mikään lava ei oo liian
Elevated by your energy yeah
Catching on to your body high
Beauty queen bad like Billie Jean yeah
She want me to beat it
So I'ma beat it
I'ma beat beat beat
ill turn ya chest to a target for playing with us
If you won't part of the pain with us
No you can't hop on this plane, or hop in the range with us
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
Brooklyn got the funk
Uptown got the funk
East/West/Northside got the funk
L.A. got the funk
Boogie Down got the funk
Queens do got the funk
in the winter
Had to walk through the metal
Detectors before you enter
When you get inside, might be a homicide
With that New York Hip Hop
Somebody
gave pride to a man cub
Ain't no love in hip-hop
There ain't no keepin' up with the Bennetts
Ain't no diamonds in the chain but it's in the pendant
I
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