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don't need to brag
I'm followin the guidance I am followin the path
I'm solid in my own shoes I have left behind the past
Real talk
Real bop
Dual threat

face, I'm peekin' Wipin' my T
Young nigga, don't do creases, applyin the heat Goddamn nigga, I'm steamin
Ayy, man, I just bought a new fan dual-safety got

Advance Pawns

GZA

Grandmasters

2005

keep the earth on it's axis
I make a good day move slow like molasses
Welcome to the bee hive, dual processor with the G5
There's not a tape or disco

some weed yes
Got that uzumaki bless the sage of six paths
And I'll break you up and burn you so my bro can smoke some grass
Too much heat don't strike

If I Ruled the World (Imagine That)

Nas

It Was Written

1996

(Still livin' for today, in these last days and times)

Yo, it'd be, paradise life, relaxin'
Black, Latino and Anglo-Saxon
Armani Exchange, the Range

Staying low
I ain't cold, hot flows I got it pronto
Slime season on ma Vado, yeah
Matching Movados for the kinfolk
The path is chose & I'm the chosen one

(Still livin' for today, in these last days and times)

Yo, it'd be, paradise life, relaxin'
Black, Latino and Anglo-Saxon
Armani Exchange, the Range

of a true thug
Don't let the heat drop, let um see we moving till we reach the top

Step in the booth, burden on my shoulders should I speak the truth
And if

Feels like I'm trapped in the chambers of my mind
Tryna loosen up the shackles I don't wanna feel confined
I envisioned different paths, but

Can't be saved
From my path, too far I've strayed
One hundred percent of the shit I've done can't be forgave
The meer mention of dope flick

the rap game sold in
Exchange for some fame and wealth
And I'll offer you the same thing boy
And that's the deal that I've dealt
And Crypt said: Do you one

game sold in exchange for some fame and wealth
And I'll offer you the same thing, boy, and that's the deal that I've dealt
And Crypt said:
Do you one

Oh Shit!

Culture VI

Elite

2004

Savior on the corner of ya' local Seven-11 wit black hoody
Black backpack attached to me
Which is equipped with a grip dual strapped black pad for

with stories that leap from the cluttered street
Blood'll be beet-red runnin' through the gutters cuz heat
The currency that we exchange with folks who

a Benjamin can
Then u handed me Benjamin
Folded and put it in Benjamin’s hand
Yea
Twelve tribes
I'm the youngest
My path nothin like my brothers
My dad loves

days and times
The way to be, paradise like relaxin', Black, Latino and Anglo-Saxon
Armani, exchange the reins
Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last

the team
Trade the hard work, and exchange it for dreams
Flow on the track and acquire the streams
Scared that something could break all the seams
Ronny

All my life I hurt everyone I loved
In exchange for some drugs
And to hang with my thugs
And I would go to the mall
And just stare through the glass

beginner
This isn't full heat
Nah, this is me just when I simmer
Zim Zimma
We found the key to something bigger
In ourselves
In each other
Notice all that

Rock
Had to forge a brand new path like a blacksmith shop
Wanna keep our nation pure like Ancient Camelot
Stay where we are yea it's you who came a lot

tell us now
Uh, murder was the case
Black on black
I know you feel the heat, guess who is back
Crown me the middle six out of three sixes
Ma architect,

the energy it heats
Grasping the dark as the memories delete
Reminded of times feeling anxious or nervous
Surprised from the find some live without a purpose

and own your path
Afraid to stop doing what you always have
Embrace the improvement, outgrow your past
Cause your fate keeps moving, and you're more than

make the beat too
They say its 3rd time lucky bitch this take 2
Flow crispy like fried Kentucky its licking good
Teach heat like a pro I go on the pen