| Four minutes and seconds, is all that we share
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| You’ve got dope high hats, ill kicks, and fresh snares
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| Though it’s hard to resist, EQ and the bass til it eclipse
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| But no other sound’s gonna do
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| So I’m saving all my rhymes for you
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| On the 4th day of February, a star was born
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| Bound to be legenday, and perform
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| Miracles from 24th Street to the jungle
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| Coming you to reach speak cause I’m humble
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| I wonder, if I take your crew
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| Evaluate your freestyle and make ya, stand alone
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| Until he break ya, leave your mind in pandemon
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| Me, I’m a break ya, spirit mind in flesh and bone
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| Up this, black fist activist
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| Polygamist rap tactition, young guns pugilist
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| It’s on a mission, so all hail funk and listen
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| Buck the system, we running up and in the prison
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| Incarsarating wardens and releasing prisoners
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| Sip the Rimi Martin, shhhh, is for the listeners
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| Four minutes and seconds, is all that we share
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| You’ve got dope high hats, ill kicks, and fresh snares
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| Though it’s hard to resist, EQ amd the bass til it eclipse
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| But no other sound’s gonna do
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| So I’m saving all my rhymes for you
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| Ha ha ha, check this out, it’s how we do it
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| Used to be on Sony now I’m taking a Spongebath
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| It’s a long story, all y’all brothers don’t know the half
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| This is mental telegraph from phonographs my epitath
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| Cause I’m sick of the riff-raff
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| I don’t mean to offend all the citizens
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| But I extend my blends for friends that get bent
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| Only that got sent, I’m scheming on a way to pay the rent
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| With computer accompiament
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| And to you, I present a present
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| It’s raw talent at it’s finest
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| I kicked it with Schroder, you kicked it with Linus
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| And there’s no need to define us cause that confines us
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| You wasn’t down when we was riding the bus
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| So don’t align us with you, you, and all of you
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| In the back, and in the middle, and in the front, yo
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| Y’all miss the pesos, we gets the spinach queso
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| I’m Kadeem Hardison, y’all ???
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| Four minutes and seconds, is all that we share
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| You’ve got dope high hats, ill kicks, and fresh snares
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| Though it’s hard to resist, EQ amd the bass til it eclipse
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| But no other sound’s gonna do
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| So I’m saving all my rhymes for you
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| Four minutes and seconds, is all that we share
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| You’ve got dope high hats, ill kicks, and fresh snares
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| Though it’s hard to resist, EQ amd the bass til it eclipse
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| But no other sound’s gonna do
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| So I’m saving all my rhymes for you |