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you hocus pocus niggas think I'm joking
I'm a stand up guy when it's time but see them curtains closing
Ain't it funny when how I rhyme it's almost like

Running out of time
N****s getting lined
Money on my mind
Bitches on my line
Dish em to my guys
Even if they dimes
Just left the studio dropped a few rhymes

I’m never quitting
Did this shit for me and I don’t give a fuck who listen
I’ve risen - from the trenches-  to being me
From sittin-  on the benches-

Over 30

KRS-One & Marley Marl

Hip Hop Lives [Circuit City Exclusive]

2007

By now I think it's real, I'm the best one

Yes son, I take it to the old school
I spit super rhymes 'cause I am so cool
A duel? You must be fool

Tortured by memories they can never erase
In the ruins of trauma, for Tikkun Olam, I brace
It's time for us to rebuild the world, set Vachtu's Pain

Every rhyme that I've written
I'm tryna make this a masterpiece
So it won't be a faster piece
Really took my time
(Gave y'all one project while having

braille
Mean every word never tuck my tail
This is my life
My rhymes
My shine
My time is coming soon
Sweeping the game up off it's feet
Yeah I should have

seat laid back 
Hussle on the playback
Cause I had to Double Up twice
Double Up three times
Motivate myself so I could write these rhymes 
Used to be

You finna see the wick spark again
We finna hit it out the park again
This for the underground artist, constantly working their hardest
Only to have

of no snitching
Mind ya business, like the best entrepreneur
I be diminished
By the metaphor, in the following sentence
I told you I does it a dozen times

weighing heavy on my mind
Soon as it gets lost it's a matter of the time
I don't care the cost I'm just trying to catch a vibe
Put it in a song let

going through my bad times
In fact, I
Passed my
Own expectations from when I wasn't even a rapper
Way back when expectations were having reactions

not for ladies
It's incase I get knocked by the old bailey
'Cause jail? one-on-one street? gun-to-gun
Little niggers is tiresome but
Back on this music,

fine
But nobody wants to be mine
But let's get moving you know the rhyme
Let's all do it one more time

I'm jumpin that line and  you're so fine
That

online, time and time again I find I find
I feel a bit of resistance and this resistance it is consistent, listen
I won't, lie to you, I had to vent like

do I profit by filling my pockets
And losing my soul in the process
Keeping sin in the closet, with all them deposits 
and still living life stuck in

free time, and one way to spend
Drop it to the floor, look back and spin (Al this free time)
Hear your feelings loud and clear, straight from within
No

music
My formation in souls
Of those that chose to use it
No misunderstandings, I hand it to your ear
I prepare this year to stay sharp like spears

Turn like this? This is
Shit like a toilet, like some
Food you can’t eat, the food is spoiled and
My rhyme is strictly for
The lime-lighters

I gotta win not just once but three times
I'm a beast with the rhymes peace sign
Ta any hater I'm cutting the ties
Looking for the grease I gotta

a couple times so you bow to me
Bow to me
Bow to me
Bow to me
You know how I spit on this melody
Either in the ring or behind a mic
I’m outranking you
Like

mbogi,
Na mkikuja kwangu manze bisha hoodi,
Ni Kitale in the building you know, ay,
This is how we do, yeah ,yeah,
TRICKS HR:
The Last time nili battle

us compromise
So breathless I define what I
Was never meant to know
I know, this is an unprecedented time
The treacherous divide
From the precious

Welcome to the mile high club, this shit's abysmal
It's official, your charisma's gone at the blow of a whistle
Welcome to the mile high club, pure