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1993
by Genovese
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Like the Presi I'm devious at the podium
Stay flooded with more keys than a custodian
Everybody hard until I cock and let the forty spit
Fuck Call of Duty, I've been calling Juli'
Where's my money at
And don't be talking rudely
I got youngings with shiny pieces they dying to boom them
I'm from the Bronx but you could catch me out on Fillmore
Bumping Nikatina in some Nikes you would kill for
East to West Coast Papi never tucks his chain
Bitch I'm dying about it, fuck it, because to me it's all the same
I got homies I ain't seen in ten plus years
Nine Eleven, the blackout, I done seen my share
So when them big bodies back out I stand up like hairs, on the back of my neck
I ain't scared I'm just present
Because one slip, you get wrapped up like a gift
I'm known to duck drama, but still will ball up a fist
Aye Yo Nims, it's simple mathematics a nice soul sample and a Mic' I'm emphatic
I grew up on CL Smooth and Pete Rock
So when I Get Physical, I put them in critical
Mystical, visual, very artistical
My rappin is a ritual
Strolls under the bridge as a kid that will stick with you
My Pops Ghettoblaster bumping Life After
Tears wept, then Big Pun was the next chapter
Joey Crack, Fordham Ave I'm at Jimmy Jazz
Copping school fits, a hot chocolate Dunkin Donuts, hold the cool whip
Shit, simpler times
My Mom's working graveyard shifts, I'm slanging dimes
I touched down on earth the same year Starks dunked on Jordan at The Garden
Like the Presi I'm devious at the podium
Stay flooded with more keys than a custodian
Everybody hard until I cock and let the forty spit
Fuck Call of Duty, I've been calling Juli'
Where's my money at
And don't be talking rudely
I got youngings with shiny pieces they dying to boom them
I'm from the Bronx but you could catch me out on Fillmore
Bumping Nikatina in some Nikes you would kill for
East to West Coast Papi never tucks his chain
Bitch I'm dying about it, fuck it, because to me it's all the same
I got homies I ain't seen in ten plus years
Nine Eleven, the blackout, I done seen my share
So when them big bodies back out I stand up like hairs, on the back of my neck
I ain't scared I'm just present
Because one slip, you get wrapped up like a gift
I'm known to duck drama, but still will ball up a fist
Aye Yo Nims, it's simple mathematics a nice soul sample and a Mic' I'm emphatic
I grew up on CL Smooth and Pete Rock
So when I Get Physical, I put them in critical
Mystical, visual, very artistical
My rappin is a ritual
Strolls under the bridge as a kid that will stick with you
My Pops Ghettoblaster bumping Life After
Tears wept, then Big Pun was the next chapter
Joey Crack, Fordham Ave I'm at Jimmy Jazz
Copping school fits, a hot chocolate Dunkin Donuts, hold the cool whip
Shit, simpler times
My Mom's working graveyard shifts, I'm slanging dimes
I touched down on earth the same year Starks dunked on Jordan at The Garden
