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rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin with the Books and Drayzie
Big-up to Jersey and my people's out in el-a
Well-a hell-a can never cut
the one and only thing
That lets me live, lets me open up and give
This microphone helps me not be broke
This microphone helped to feed my folks
Going our way

Teenage eyes were open wide
Don't you think we know by now
How foul and plagued our future cries
From what you've handed down
alibi ain't gone work
Ain't it somethin' how them niggas from out that three be doin' that dirt?
Score a quarter from oh-oh, rock it up by four-four
be explained
And it's all in the brain

We lay on a velvet rug
by the open fire
She blew air on my eyelids
I cried "What's it all about?"
As she
tripping', I'm tripping' off the power
(21st century schizoid man)

The system broken, the schools closed, the prisons open
We ain't got nothing' to lose,
cans, 21st century
All mixed up in modern company
Always dreamin', it's the search not the find
Wipe the sound, wipe the video
Some terracotta info
And the niggas by the nuts
Ear, tongue and butts
Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up
But, shit, you know what's up
We gotta get with the movement
And move men
now) Blow it down hooker bounce
Come off the ropes like J. Snooka
(Two fly motherfuckers) You can't fuck widdit
Backed by Open Bar, so y'all forget it
a dreamer too
(I got one eye open for these devils)

(Wake up, wake up)

(I pledge allegiance, to)
the hood, just shooting the breeze
My partners on the cut smoking swisher sweets
Tripping on the hoochies rolling by in they rides
Guzzling up a forty
Of lyricism, I'm on a Doug E.Fresh mission 
Somebody stop me, I'm outta control please 
Before I do autopsies on these MC's 
Open em up, they hollow
Say K, are we gon' lay up back?
Kick this bitch raw, you heard me
Like some of that ol' [Incomprehensible] shit

Microphone check, check, check one
to some broken cords
With broken means through open doors,
Send me with a microphone

[Repeat: x2]
Teach me something so I can go 

Don't you have
My momma knew I was (was)
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh)
My first album
Say K, are we gon' lay up back?
Kick this bitch raw, you heard me
Like some of that ol' [Incomprehensible] shit

Microphone check, check, check one
To find it with you just
I'm gonna die
Do what they say
Your life is shit
"I'm gonna open myself up a flea market
I'm gonna open myself up a flea
Aahhh, a nuff a dem a freak, 
 Den how dem waa fi class mi when all part dem a leak, 
 Ward 21 a speak, yuh nuh like it hold a seat, 
 Cause if yuh talk
a football team
Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream at my lifetime dream, I mean
I want to blow up, stack my dough up
to where the jam
I take advantage, until the crowd go bananas
What a rush I hear cuts then I lust to touch
Microphones get clutched by the illustrious

Well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine 

And that's 21 MC's ate up at the same time 

Easy does it, do it easy, that's what I'm doin
up, and play it loud
Hip-Hop's embedded, before I said I wouldn't let it
But me and the microphone is still magnetic
Straight off the top, I knew I'd
Say K, are we gon' lay up back?
Kick this bitch raw, you heard me
Like some of that ol' [Incomprehensible] shit

Microphone check, check, check one
Check this
I excel, they fell, I said, well, hell
L can yell or make 'em melt like gel
I signed the contracts that buils up stacks
Play the wall
When I open up my eyes sometimes
I don't know where I've been
Heart tells me a trip to cloud nine
Headache says that things just ain't fine