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Lyrics
Verse 1
and im findin, this aint jus music, we vibin//
and keepin my company closer than my conscience//
im astonished, this a wall, homie, and since behind it//
you hidin, tryin, to get yourself makin it honest//
comin from you its just nonsense, this music for rydas//
dont matter what you do just to put in your two//
i put in my five cents, and lately my minds bent//
on the time spent writin, spittin, man i could go on wit//
this rap, flip flop, put it right up to the top//
compliments i get a lot, hear it when you hit the block//
some music to vibe to, relax up in ya mind dude//
are you payin attention now man? truly i doubt it//
your ears be "two" plugged, like electrical outlets//
and your hands be un-snug like a weapon without hands//
about face, i was a diamond in the rough//
and they sendin me up north cause my words up in the cut// what.
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vibin, ridin, world is in your eyes//
My track, and Imma hit it the way i want it finished//
slidin, tryin, so of course, my//
life, the way i live it aint really none of ya business//
Verse 2
my praises stay un-sung, but anybody who want some//
beef hot, speed rap, have already got some//
i dont ever pretend to be a that im not son//
and youll never hear my voice unless i already dropped one//
ill not run, heres an idea, ive got one//
hot spit, spit hot, until you're hot -- none//
my flow be God's Son, Illmatic, like Nas son//
floppin cus It Was Writtin like you someone ya not son//
know you cant go the length, but pushin against bulls strength//
and "Stand Up" every time i enter the doorway//
my way, the way i speak it, and you can take it or leave it//
remaniscin when kick it, spit and the chicks be flippin//
and im here to stake my claim, B be tied up in the game//
since you know im takin names, you right up in the chicken lane//
the world aint gunna change, you hearin it real//
get sprawled across the steerin wheel when (*lead*) come through your window shield//
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Verse 3
and i keep spittin, no matter what you do to me//
lay dormant till i explode, like Mount Fuji//
and truly, against B, rarely will you choose beef//
nobody keepin track of me, flow be refractory//
we got the punches here, so enough of your weakness//
cause we invented the flow, like Puffy did the remix//
they spittin geode raps, only some worth anything//
the rest be filler for the weak verses that they bring//
roll your windows down, let rap music leak out//
into fresh air til your whole block just freaks out//
so lets ride... off into the night sky//
pump the gas for now cause at some point we will die//
and lets vibe... to real hip hop music//
until fakes break through and fianlly intrude it//
and lets try... to stop that from happenin//
nothin in this world matters to me like the rap game//
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