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[Intro: Pete Rock]
Yeah yeah one two I.N.I. in the place from the Vernon-ville section yeah this goes out to all the niggaz that be frontin always talking saying shit they don't need to be saying and goes like this Grap Luva [Verse 1: Grap Luva] Dig it I bust rhymes that keep the wise minds open Plus am hoping that ya get in the gist of my mind bliss Yo I am to represent the most high I heats up ya mind like a furnace no lie So why try test or dismiss ya stress On brother like grap lover Is to impress ya friends or maybe my man Rob O But the God is down with I so that shit do go so Take that ass to the lost and found Look for ya style there you little clown I am too busy paying dues got no times For playing games more credentials to my name Cause I am about to get fame Ya played out game got you thinking you star But talk is cheap so you wont't get far Tag ya name on the list with the rest of the herbs Cause on the strength for you I got no words [Chorus: Pete Rock] (4x) Check it out I got no more words frontin niggaz tag ya name to the rest of the herbs [Verse 2: Ras Luv] Justice imperial heavenly Asiatic decent On to be another hero in the present Father blessin brought all by his essence The healer of soul beyond the heights untold Worth gold plus I rest aside the Vernon-ville bold Where the brothers get ya open Junior players stay hoping to make it You might not last they might bust that ass And that's when ya grasp for the father You call you should da stall So why bother at all I stand tall and reign supreme fa I va I bet yo won't find a no mc that's liver So wish upon a star that's yo rhymes up yo part You study all day to pass the mc bar It's no thing to put the funk swing in a effect I loves on the beat so the mic gettin wreck And theres no more words so respect kid [Chorus: Pete Rock ] (4x) Check it out I got no more words frontin niggaz tag ya name to the rest of the herbs [Verse 3: Rob-O] Started my man played it off I never noticed me why you scheming With the fucked up motive But uh check it let me school ya On the I the who what when and the why See I am despiser of discussing needs Of the I rule is the size of a muscle Seem smaller than smallest hidden just To niggaz planet and soil of earth And it's the biggest Tree that you ever seen turned into green Now ya fiend some man made shit by machine Shy damn bring the sticks Bring the brimstone bricks But ya naming them Listen to the crunch of your cranium Flow to the very last word of revelation Not sweatin armageddon or am I lettin Quite patient but still I bust that thick like ill Smoke trauma chill son no more words [Chorus:Pete Rock](4x) Check it out I got no more words frontin niggaz tag ya name to the rest of the herbs I am out We got no more words for brothers That be steppin on niggaz and frontin No what am saying straight up I.N.I. 95, 96 Word to mother soul brother records My man ran bangers in the house As we do it like this check it out One two no more words no more words [Fades out] |
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[Rob-O]
A little bit, if you can get it out. I ain't gonna say it, cause I'll mess it up...go ahead then Yeah, know what I'm sayin' I.N.I. in the place Here to do our thing, you what I'm sayin' step up time. Time to claim something that's real out here know what I'm sayin' Something that you can live for know what sayin. Seize you know what I'm sayin. Time to bulid time to step up yo I stay at the center of news got ( ? ) in interviews (you can't lose G) overstand the whooze see the style that can wooo when you witness the God of the groove sayin some shit to smooth to make you move. Showing improve plus to track a lot yeah I'm hot like what up in your face with the product No hesitation in the world of frustation cause were facing a Grown Man Sport situtation [Grap Luva] Check it each time we hit the studio we lay down laws with no pause we already be little with floors Shit profection like the ultimate driving meachine We stand lean, and always literate what we mean Brothers don't be overstanding the plans that we been having Crushing all these clowns cause it's all about the mic grabbing I'm from the land where the righteous and the woo gress The Vernonville will live the life that be true ( ? ) Chorus: Step Up Step Up time Step Up Step Up time Yeah, cause it's Step Up time Step Up time Step Up, yo Step Up time Yeah, Yeah Step Up Step Up time Step Up Step Up time Step Up, kid Step Up time Yeah, Yeah Step Up time [Ras Luv] Fare-la, the pray starts now you smell the first sparks at the flame The Gods warn me that's is not a game So is he's to proceed the first seed was drop when I.N.I. came to rock the spot I caught the props when I flock to the hot jam at the city The shorties look pretty wanna join my committie of Rude Boy rebel underground like the devil But I never pray this man came eye daze from smoke And thoughts about the stage gettin smoke Cogeneration all going from broke You know you can't cope with Rassta with the fire in his eyes Yo, it ain't no surprise I keep it live to survive to shitsome I can't get caught up as a victim But if I do, I go out ( ? ).( ? ) cause I'm bout fed up as a fatboy It's time for I.N.I. to make niose Chorus [Grap Luva] So now you know there no need to stop elavatin, pentratin the glass top. the glass top. Hold on to manhood before your life Cause some situtations is bond to get strife You won't get a harvest if you don't sold seeds Ill gain wealth bring stress from dirty deeds The choices that you make will profill your needs But the shit you go though will be hard to believe [Rob-O] Yo, shit's ridiculous and I should know by now still with some pretictular flow hits me over somehow from selling qills in the streets, to makin' phat beats fuckin with cheats to makin mince meat The wrong move spells defeat, the wisdom is shown Things I see first the knowledge is known. I wanna apologize to seize I stone Step Up time you on your own Chorus [Pete Rock Outro] And we out I.N.I. flavor peace Grap Luva, Rob-O, Ras, Marco Polo I.N.I. Grap Luva on the beat Sure sounds complete And my name is Pete And we out til' next week Peace |
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[Intro: Pete Rock](5X)
"Sucka MC's please think twice" -> Special Ed - Think About It [Verse 1: Grap Luva] Who'll be the sucka MC to get dismantled I hope that you can handle your whipness or sees ya flippin gettin Down with my lazy boy laidback style of speak The funk makes you dance cheek to cheek I be the black civilian who is bound to make a million Or make enough loot so I can buy my own provillian Throw a fat party and invite everybody And play all the old school hits like Lodi Dodi Connections like OPEC while ya hung up like a Kojak I'm real like a ruby while ya fake like a pinchback That's imitation gold if you didn't know My rhymes flow as my vocab' grows and grows I freak it for the basslines always walkin on ya frontline Catch me while I'm boomin' in ya alkine Yo I'm out like a shot from a tec You need to think twice just to earn respect, so [Chorus: Pete Rock](5X) "Sucka MC's please think twice You don't know what you doin' Think about that" -> Special Ed - Think About It [Verse 2: Pete Rock] Aiiyo, as I come through for '95 with the flav' So amazin' the Boy Wonder's blazin' Respect the mic check, one, two Cause I display the funk material as I stand imperial To others, gotta lay low, undercover Cats flow to the hands for the crowd in the stands So here I am, plus I rock to please the public They want it, word son, they want it To hear the Soul Brother disperse words of wisdom When I.N.I. comin' direct on the set So represent, a lot of rap niggaz came to win But the style played out when they chose a different route Whatever as I stay true to the game Word to the troubled T-Roy you know my name Keep an eye on the stakes as I watch my back Think Twice before you try to grab the mic and react [Chorus](5X) [Verse 3: Rob-O] Yo beg your pardon... Whn I put one to the head now the funk shit startin' Fine soul I headline for my public get mine Yeah my rap subjects packed with potential Plus the versatile elements to crush ya scent I get down so cheer the mental Rhyme-pro I'm Rob-O the super spectacular brown skin nigga from Africa Blowin' up so it's impossible to get With the highlight and fly right and the niggaz on my dick Split when it's through, gotta skip with the Guinness Crew Give a shout out to my Uptown Crew, word up From New York, New York the Big Apple To the four square miles Uptown armed for battle Your niggaz is nice but my advice is you can't suffice So Think Twice, uhh [Chorus](repeated till fade) |
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[Verse 1 - Grap Luva]
Huh. I got some time to explain the true grading of a rhymewriter So take the stance of a gunfighter Others inject intellect for selfrespect Or simply kickin' verses for a tight paycheck But they neglect is creative aspects in control The sounds and words originate up in the soul My thoughts cross wack emcees and wickedness They seem to go hand in hand in the mess That's formed the dawn of the fake emcee It's really funny to me how brothers front like they deadly, see Jah be's with me so Ras G is no fool Respectin' the original school that wrote the rules I'm layin' all these real ass facts upon the wax Mass communication minus fakin' the jax So relax all the gods will make you crumble and fall Keepin' you on the run as we start from Square One [Hook - I.N.I.][4X] "The I.N.I.'s in the house" "you don't stop" "Pete Rock, Grap Luva, Mark, and Polo rising" "you don't stop" Square One [Verse 2 - Ras Luv] I have to get what I want, cause now it's no time to front It's I.N.I. on the hunt just to smoke up the funk With no fear in this industry we in here So surprised I appear I play the back or the rear I pushed and shoved to get in, and I've seen every sin And it's been a long time considerin' But no bitter man, african, rastafarian, non-american Checkin' every man (yeah) In my zone because the eye is all alone in this universe I see the worst now I'm comin' in first A brother's thirst got him eager to merc In full effect cause I'm stayin' alert Bless the hurt at each and every concert Taught well to be the very next expert Never the spare one, I'm steppin' up to shoot a fair one Settin' it off from Square One [Hook] [Verse 3 - Rob-O] In '95 nuff kids can catch the vapors Rob-O spends his time puttin' words to paper Still so I maintains a fly flow But everytime I plant a seed they won't let it grow Guess it's the fact that I seen through ya team of major fake outs Your feeble attempts of gettin' caked out But in the face of temptation, sex, guns and paperchasin' Playin' yaself and say ya neithans Is it the recognition, quick cash or chart positions Or big figures that have you shittin' on niggaz It must be, thinkin' like the whole rap industry son Yeah no doubt you bugged out It's not as stable or firm as you thought In the scrimmage and the tables is turned, this shit is finished Yo Grap Luva (no question) cause this is how it should be done We takin' it back to Square One [Hook] |
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(feat. Q-Tip & The Large Professor)
Yeah, uhh uhh I.N.I. is in the place Yeah yeah uuh Along with my man Extra P and my man Q-T Here in the place to be With the capital P, Rock on [Verse 1: Grap Luva] I'm braced just from my voice bring life to microphones And my weight phone moves I'm headed for the dead zone You heads flown and it's a crazy rest You should've vest when the Kane come to test the best So next up is the one the non-half stepper Keeper of the thought, healer of the lepras Controller of the treezy with no ego to feed Cause I stays level headed, vocabulary I'm better up in the dome, I'm bound to crush Rollin' up I spill the bone free See it's the G bring it to you in the physical Comin' through with the crucial ball material I entertain each time I'm in the session Leavin brothers guessin', yo what's that sound Got 'em wishin' they was on this bitches mouth goin' down InI vibrations over plumb tracks Most of y'all found cats couldn't match that Touch this, I don't think you should attempt to Cause if you do, plus I got two examples From gettin any clout No doubt to each his own [Chorus] To each his own (repeat 8 times) [Verse 2: Q-Tip] Check it out to each his own, watch out cat Niggas think daz can get a dollar bill Choices made, they choose the ill Inside a nigga wanna survivalism of all the scrams It's crazy let's make you move, tryin to be topscore And he really don't give a rats ass who he go to He's a big boy, he bites all he can chew But yo I eat all plates with hip hop written on it Pete Rock the group I.N.I. shittin on it Lyrically impressive ain't no second guesses The most poppin shit talker is the one who stresses And you see the Abstract with a tight lipped caddy Speakin on my peace and my soul is ever vary Til my microphone I dialogue Sit back with a whole lot a love, complement it with claps I'm on some grown men shit, my peak is not yet reached So I remind my one and take 'em each To each his own [Chorus] [Verse 3: Rob-O] Excuse me, I'm here to earn a man a buck or two Now take a chance with life or lose the fuckin you All your friends, your flower lack potent You used to be shy but now you wanna be my stands On the E-L this is gonna swell for a second While I'm catchin wreck, how many others should she step in The sack with, guess I better get a Profalectic Back to the crib in case I smack it Bad tactic cause a gym hat caught it flat Plus the ball stick wasn't even all of that Now it's hectic I'm headin to the joint gettin injected Plus the fact that I'm infected So check it out, yo when you with these chicks And they spread out, with skins enough to take ya head out Use precaution cause some is packin' death behind the set Peace to the Gods, so watch your dick To each his own [Verse 4: Large Professor] To each his own, niggas is sown, bout to full blown Brother who could never be a clone Large Pro so fuck your bullshit harsh, yo I'm rappin with the weapon my whole squad glow Like a diamond, so don't sham fan, I have to climb in That ass like a truck, leavin niggas as struck Like lightening bold that cats flow goes right in the volt In the end peace to land times ten Cee-Lo the whole I.N.I. is my people So sit back relax and just listen while we pull The moneys and honeys fake fours did clone To each his own, to each his own [Chorus](repeated til fade) |
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Respect
On peut vous juger par vos paroles Alors, faites attention a vos paroles, mon frere (...) 1995 est ici et c'est notre annee Alors, nous avons ca avec la foi de Dieu INI live Jah... [Grap Luva] Dig it Every day of my life I bear witness to the power of words And what they do to the many and the few I'm speaking thoughts with the mind and the mouth open Keeping my people on point, plus I'm hopin That my word sound power will devour the fools For they know not the hour the Most High rules I got an aura created by words of praise Original G, watch I as I amaze All my pupils, when I speak I have scruples Treat my mind like a holy tabernacle No one can attack and steal my thoughts Therefore the words I say are the lessons I brought Into the cipher, words now possess value If you wanna know the real then let me tell you You're responsible for what you say Because the words you speak can truly cause dismay (So what you say) a PMD [Ras Luv] The Most High he stands for real That's why I.N.I. comes across with mass appeal So now sign your deal, it's all packed and sealed To get it shipped and sold And now you're reaching for your goal But nowadays every loop has got its hole to filled You have to break a mil just to pay your bill So with quick skill I build an empire And then retire all those that expire Cause what you say, it reflects how you live every day And even when the sky is grey I maintain hope to pray For existence, alleviate some resistance The father's birth was evidence and proof So I must teach the truth to my newborn youth To keep it going on so that thought will stay strong And be embedded so we never can forget it Man, all you devils stay back cause your attempt is pathetic (So what you say) [Rob-O] Rob prefers the subtle approach But the flow allows the I to construct a antidote like a coach And just last year I was doing shows for ( ? ) And now I'm talkin 'bout facing the Gods with no fear And since here's still a controversy and pains Got me spendin time anointin all my ( ? ) slain Must refrain and do things my people's way Cause what you say equals the price you'll pay But the strife you spray with your double-tongue dealing Following these crowds, mass appealing, way of feeling Feel your concealing can last for ( ? ) You either sink or survive is what I think, I'm Rob Cipher Master crafter, elevation's what I'm after Yeah, I'm stressing the texts in all my chapters I got an answer for my thoughts one day Don't wanna get caught in what you say Ecoutez bien pour ce tempo la et c'est bon paroles car nous, I.N.I., n'a pas de temps de faire la musique commerciale Peace and love... and I'm out |
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[Rob-O]
Bust it, pass me the microphone so I could get wricked honey dip it's dope I think I'm goning stick it Just because I'm Rob-O short for Rob Odindo Sort of let my thoughts flow pick up a pencil I can slash paragragh back with intstumental Must kick bust ditz plus I'm extra gentle Fluild on the flow tip, do it but I won't drip or slip I knew that I would rip Simple mic test similar to God met I give my props and plus Papa Don't Take No Mess I meant stress But I'm a cool individual. Sit back max and let me keep my schedule Saturdays and Mecca D. does his duty Tighten up the sides, keeping me a cutie for the Jeez, Dat, the clock and my timing now Niggaz can't believe, yo Rob-O is rhymin now Props I wrec the microphone check, and bust the "Yes, yes y'all, All the party people gurantee to be like having a ball" can stall, my nigga figures seeing us Steppin equipped the shit ( ? ) flex they fenning us Writing at my best my bless my whinin sample Sighten process my test ( ? ) crampled These weaker ones, cause my style is univesral Collect my funds and plies can kick a vesre from the stamina. I used to max and now I'm planning and attack the burn and get my wrec up in the Vernon See I'm ultimate, focus my sights of where I'll hit Up in the hieghts on some Ol' School Mecca shit So I step fakin' the rep, I had a euffa Peace to the Gods to keep my shit ruffa And the others that be fakin', brothers just be paitent til' my shit drops...Props Now I usaully do things kinda lack of days and glee for my peoples styles steeps so unequal Keep yourselves tingling, mind in the mood for some mingling thus respect to keep singling Cause I'm very serious, like to do things without a fuss not a talker, just to make the girls sort a curious Back well strictly on the D.L. stay swell plus I give praise to the funk As it slays down by the Soul Brother Pete Rock Grap's older brother get swept Cause you can step with no respecting but Rob Odindo is selecting With the hons know I hold their hand the plans to roamancer prefer to have chancer stack another stancer In my style of hip hop I just can't stop...Props |
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[Verse 1 - Ras Luv]
Natty Dread like Bob so rock steady With no spaghetti with meat sauce Maybe salads with one toss No bread of the sorrow cause afraid to see tommorow It's religion never suspicious You're too delicious for the tongue See the lungs breathe a natural high Just like the shirts that's so lovely So ask Marco Polo and I never go solo Cause I roll with the crew that keep the funk flows That make ya dance until the sisters take glance I hope you find romance....try your luck take a chance Til I enter like the Milton Plaza I'm the center Of it all, the fuckin' prince of the ball Standing six feet tall, that's a long way to fall But not worry, cause my vision ain't blurried The +I+ is hotter than the spice and curry So don't stress the father or you might feel the fury [Verse 2 - Grap Luva] So check the situation, a raw deal is what we facin' What's the flavour of the rules they mandate The climbin' gets hotter as the city gets smarter ( ? ) A million one catch they tryin' to earn top dollar Half that mill, they straight out to kill I'm cultivated and destined to act real ill Black let up in the things of five burroughs of pain Only reason why the east and the west it ain't the same I'm twenty-something years of age and life surely ain't about hand-outs So I lace my plan out, hard work is levicated to an encore survival Considergize less and from conception to arrival Now that I'm here my fear shall decrease Learn about life makin' my way to the east From four square yard struggler The G's on time, yo god hit me with that rhyme [Verse 3 - Rob-O] In-tro-ducin the R to the O-B-O You didn't know, I witness ya thoughts I'm Robodendo But your inventions confuse me on the surface Ya nervous, because your lack of purpose Check it, thought about it, much much later Should've kept it real would've been much greater But, you got in it like a pussy, in fact Bein' pussy kept your wack ass back Now in '95 to 2000 Rob is on some next shit Game type, yeah in ya heart, you know it ain't right Dissention among the ranks I'm givin' thanks to the most high for plantin' me firm Upon this world that's forever changin' The conflict that I'm engagin' The concert with amiss communication Imagine that me take the weight for some next kid short Yo it's a Grown Man Sport [Hook - I.N.I. & Pete Rock] Yeah yeah like that laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa it's a Grown Man Sport, yeah laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa it's a Grown Man Sport, come on laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa it's a Grown Man Sport lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa this here is a Grown Man Sport [Verse 4 - Meccalicous] Hold it suppose it was me speakin' on tapes To create a lifestyle to marinate Different latitudes search cocaine to food Excuse my move to bliss Eternal stress in fits I see the same in many, penny thoughts Cause honey thought I wasn't ready but willin' Now I'm blowin' through the ceiling Go real only when a nigga make me any noise So figure, the first letter supports the sport [Outro - I.N.I. & Pete Rock] laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa it's a Grown Man Sport, yeah laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa it's a Grown Man Sport, come on laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa it's a Grown Man Sport lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa yeah it's a Grown Man Sport Like that This one goin' out dedicate this one to the almighty god Rastafari Selassie InI as we come of for '95 '96 Ya live, respect |
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"I-I 'N' I 'mit to verify" -> C.L. Smooth
"On the mic and bike, on the mic and bike" -> Biz Markie (X4) [Grap Luva] Pay attention cause my focus is not that of a clown I gets down for mine when I ( ? ) you with my rhymes It's like that in the years of the 9 I.N.I. comes though with the rhyme divine What you gonna do? Who you gonna tell one son, you can't run you got to stay and listen Cuz the the mission is this to be hittin em' with the real flavor all the time yes indeed I'm (the G to the R-A-P four sqaure freestlye specialist) Poppin the mic But can't you see that I'm rockin the mic Shocking MC's because they don't know how to write Comin' clear and precise with the rhyme device mathematics manafist so chill don't test there no stress We do this on the reg you know the time Speaking to people that matter with my mind Chorus(X4) [Rob-O] From tall tenaments streets suspense loss innocence check the events it's all evidence That this life is intense with all the bullshit and nonsense and kids predictaments got me convince. When your pockets is bent, you can't accomplished nothing brothers is frontin and y'all bicthes do is want somthing I think it's time to get this microphone line to get known for mine making my own sunshine Aw yeah living life without a care go for dope rhyme sayer to major player But aviod inner scene cause it's the seedfull paraiod ed the cream but I needed to feed my peoples. Rob-O at the top of the list, you thought I'm fallin' but back the hell up Im still ballin' Since I rather watch a confidence shatter while my pockets gettin fatter puttin' Mind Over Matter like that Chorus(X4) [Ras Luv] Is imperial masjesty I'm coming in clearly stay preaching to my peoples so we must hear we I kept verses on stash since elementary Revelations occured so I became a Nazi a New Age Seeing the +I+ on stage giving microphone checks and then it's time to engage to turn the page just to see a darker shade of African ways being displayed I made a grade when I cut the fade and now MC's is my trade I use to get the bills paid So yo save your shade and your thoughts of misbehave cause these are the last fucking days So like Ace Duce Tre you pay when I scoop up. Another beat move up while the rhymth erupts. So I give em' the funk which is the chord to the batter Rhymes over beats = the Mind Over Matter Chorus(X8) "Hot non-stop on how I hip hop on the mic and bike, on the mic and bike"-> Biz Markie (Repeat until fade) |
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[Deda]
I want it all Yo let me make a call on my cellular I'm telling ya, taking care of business on a regular I'm maxed with the 40oz of Old Gold Soul At the store down the hill, cause this is how I chill So let me break it down for the whole New York Its go before you blow, right I gotta keep my flow I smoke herb for my peace and to release Let go and lay back while cousin catch a contact In this life time dealing with drugs and crime And niggaz that's way out of line wasting they minds With no time to play I just parlay With my words, my hands, the music and the micstand My pockets is flat, so you know I'm on the mission My wears is warn, but they clean I'm on the scene Not even depressed, only showing progress Paved the way and I say, nothing more, nothing less I rap for listeners, bluntheads, fly ladies and prisoners {*scratching*} For real, nothing more, nothing less [Deda] I hear the sound of an average yapping Saying some nonsense that's totally distracting Reacting to put a chump back in his spot Simply real, you try to flex and get stopped Dropped like a habit, or even a bomb Blowing up in your face, causing bodily harm I see you in the news, kid I payed my dues I walked the rocky road, and I scuffed my shoes I sang the blues, and I broke a lot of rules But trust me like Chupty I refuse to lose I used to crawl, but now I can walked I used to babble, but now I can talk I wear my Timbs, and go out on limbs But as the next man sleep, I keep all the wins Not even depressed, only showing progress Paved the way and I say, nothing more, nothing less I rap for listeners, bluntheads, fly ladies and prisoners {*scratching*} For real, nothing more, nothing less [Deda] Imagine just living the good life In the crib wit my kids on some shit wit my wife Cause it really doesn't matter how large you live A rapping champion, a company executive Association brings about negotiation Facing in a positive direction is a blessing Cause boom, you can be Donald Trump and shit And I can be me, just chilling feeling lovely But if I could change the whole world in a instant By saying some more magic tactic in a sentence My people in the belly of the best will be released My family and friends would have laughs at a feast No more, no less in the flesh Overqualified for the knock in your ride Nothing but the best as we slide to the rest Paved the way and I say, nothing more, nothing less I rap for listeners, bluntheads, fly ladies and prisoners {*scratching*} For real, nothing more, nothing less Nothing more, for real, nothing less, for real I rap for listening, bluntheads, fly ladies and prsioners |
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