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I recollect the days when "Protect Ya Neck" would get me through
Metamorphosis, now we do business in better offices
Time'll tell
at the Vatican
Stick a pin, in a citizen, mental food, got us diggin in
My compliments to the chef
M-E-TH like amphatimens, yes stick it to the veteran
as a tactic
As I mix it with my passion for the rappin'
To think I could have been trappin'
I'm happy I wasn't trapped in
The loop de loop and shootin'
I'm
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the record
It took a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
Evened up with E-Love down with the Cool J. force
Symbolizin' in the rhymin' for the record
I laid the anchor in the 'Ville
And how I relate, the same side of my gates (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Paper days, mess up my mind, ground zero
to be a kid and play
To this day I pay homage to the Gods, to the greats
Never stolen, I'm from Maryland
Where they shoot you in the dark of the night
watch out when I come to Harlem
So don't whisper or make a sound or croak
Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat
Everyday all day this be
I had a tonal recall sounds of days gone by
A three minute little ditty the type that makes you smile
I used to play it on my stereo
I can hear it now
focused on the dreams we share
I got her all up in my mix, so it means I care
This job of mine goes on and on, twenty-four hours a day
And with trust
around me
C.R.E.A.M get the money in the back and relax with all the honeys
DJ bring it back, let it go
Mix it in with Black Rob, make 'em say whoa!
out resumes
So I set it straight just like a Chevrolet
Member being 7-8 thinking id see heaven gates
Now I'm thinking ill put my mama in a E Class Coupe
the country(stay low)
Kilargo, shipped the cargo, back to Vehardo
In P.R., kid I came home on my see are,
Crisis, 2-5-to, we rock ices,
Castro castrate, put
Dash of auto tune so y'all can feel the pain
Broke as fuck, back in that basement, not a dollar to my name
Chasing fame, chasing glory, 'til the day we
[Intro]
That's right ugh, check it out
Back in tha days where tha people were fresh
It was one mc who had to pass tha test
He was down by law,
to the rear
But I can't get us all in free (what?) it's just another case of that two dollar MC
I rock the same clothes 3 days straight to you they wrinkled
the Double R chain from the side of the car
Drive by and put your brains on the side of the bar
Sheek heavy in the hood (uh-huh)
And I don't mean cause I
with shit that don't work
Joy came in the day that I birthed
J showed her daddy need some new work (uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh)
Fried chicken wings, my new
wanted to be a kid and play
To this day I pay homage to the Gods, to the greats
Never stolen, I'm from Maryland
Where they shoot you in the dark
the M-I-K-E, ooh, to the D
I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.p.
Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree
Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G
Two G's got
the M-I-K-E, ooh, to the D
I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.p.
Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree
Stayin' true to this vision in the Y2G
Two G's got
Blue
I Grew through Loops. Be True. or shew.
Ain’t Burn d roof. Out the blue”. Got D lighter Out my shoe.
Walk in She walk dat walk.
more unless it's profits
Lord, why you keep boxing me in, 'cause I'm God's gift?
I might set my mic back up in the closet, though
Just to give myself
Now where it's at?
Muthafuckas claimin' to be thug
Can't see me on shit
Whatcha happen with banana clips
I've been dead, been back
Right in
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