| Next we are havin' a very very big group
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| By the Limo, I like the LimoAyo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
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| Your mind, body, and soul
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| For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode
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| Big, bad, and bold B boys of oldMany styles we hold, let the story be told
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| Whether platinum or gold, we use breath control
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| So let the beat unfold, intro on drum roll
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| We be the lik like E, Tash, and J Lo
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| We harass niggas like we was the po po
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| We can rule the world without Kurtis and still BlowFinesse, from S P to Casio
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| Your jams ain’t deaf, you ain’t fresh, you’re so so
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| If you don’t know us by now you’ll never know
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| You set that mood when we groove and prove a show
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| The name of the game is survive and prove your flow
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| You can’t out take Jurassic syllable
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| 'Cause it’s survival of professional radio
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| Stop and comprehend and heed the words of my pen
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| Survival of professional poetical HighlandersSoup, you plan on rocking
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| something fierce? |
| Oh, am I
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| Zaakir’s the name, the A K A super
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| The verbal acupuncture from the dope old schooler
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| I used to be the brother for others that used to dumb on
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| Now they be the lovers of brothers they can’t front on
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| Put me in the mix, L P 12-inchS P, the elegant, poetic pestilence
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| I’m carbonated, the Fanti-confederated
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| Highly commemorated, and the most celebrated
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| For connecting it word like verb subject to the predicate
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| Plus I got the etiquette
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| To keep it moving, and showing cats how it’s done
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| 'Cause it’s the verbal combat, position number oneWe keep it beaming like a
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| beacon
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| If it’s clearance that you’re seeking
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| Whether black or Puerto Rican
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| People back us when we’re speaking
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| We got the kind of rhymes that get you ready for the weekend
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| To the mass amount of legions that came for party pleasing
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| Our temperature is freezing, all kind of different regions
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| The rhythm is the reason you’re checking for what we’ve done
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| Please son, our thesis, will rip your crew in pieces
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| Your rhymes ain’t right, homeboy, you ain’t in seasonAyo my quality control,
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| captivates your party patrol
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| Your mind, body, and soul
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| For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode
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| Big, bad, and bold B boys of oldYo, yo, well it’s the angelic man relic clan
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| repellent
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| My plan parent manuscripts withstand bullets
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| Flashing like a Japan tourist, we command pure hits
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| My fam submits to pray, 5 times a day
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| Climbing into your mind with live rhyme display
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| J 5 finds a way to remain supreme
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| Coming verbally Hardison as if my name was KadeemAyo my team Dreamworks without
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| Spielberg or spill words
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| Communicate from the earth throughout the universe
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| Deeply rooted in the spirit
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| Up, I love the power of words, nouns and verbs
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| The pen and the sword, liquid stick on awardNo folklore or myths in my
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| penmanship
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| The Panther Scholar Warriors is what I present, uh
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| Verbally decapitating those against a
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| Jihad words make sense
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| You gots to get up on your vocab, you gots to have vocab
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| Letters makes words, and sentences makes paragraphsQuality control
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| Small 7 Tuna fish in the dock fish roll
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| Like producers of the highest quality rather
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| Can I do smartYo, I make the pen capsize, the verbal with the planted eyes
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| Planning knives every pair that I utilize
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| Spit juice, crack blood from your tooth
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| Inflict truths, speak Allah’s 99 Attributes
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| You baby M C’s drink Pedialyte
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| My underground doesn’t like you, the media might
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| But we the defeat will change that
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| As we bridge gaps in this lyrical grudge match, brothers we slug backYeah,
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| we bless tracks with the help of a raw rap
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| Inprinted like poor tracks all over your brain rack
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| My mental maneuver will clear and steer right through ya
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| We Grand like Puba, understand that we move ya
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| Ayo, my rhythm reveal roller coaster real deal
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| Revolutionize with active build
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| I plant my dreams in the field and wait to harvest my skills
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| For the starving M C, hungry trying to get the mealAyo my quality control,
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| captivates your party patrol
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| Your mind, body, and soul
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| For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm explode
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| Big, bad, and bold B boys of oldWe are goin' to take a trip back in time
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| Are you ready to get into time machine
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| OK fasten your seat belts
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| Are you ready? |
| Let’s go |