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Now don't you act like I ain't Cool. Now rip through the belly of Mr. Monroe. Smoke lye and drink waste of past due. Watch the oppressors glow so we can fly. Are we moving at our own pace or falling Into this ditch of a trap laid for us Way before the Negro slave trade? Brothers try to hold me back 'cause their life Ain't blessed. Earth, locked in the dungeons of Stress. Tryna hold back profound sound which will be Inevitably released. Deadly nouns through the heart of the beast without Cease. Minds will shift for worse from out of Iniquity and pity. I'm targeting your city like cruise missiles using Visions. Destroying racist dogma and Blacks who act Seditious. Bust that kid, hump the hit man, And get down to nitty-gritty. I'm witty and compelling as God lead me on The path of these swirling tracks. Yo, I swing with blazing battle axe. Like a Chinese super ninja in Jamal. Go on Lord, say word. Word. That's how Vex wield the sword. So sore up, you're out for control like them Heads we put on the back of the dollar. No, it's auto, so pour up. We not in this for the status, to be The baddest, for the clout. We just show 'em what it's all about. No doubt. Turn it out. Is it so cruel to disbelieve in God? Make your money, money. Whore your queen, yo, then believe you hard. Why do we represent this whole land that ain't Even ours? Whether it's the East or the West Coast, but yet we can't claim to make flowers. See, it's not ours, let's devour our pride. Open up your eyes, recognize you gotta rise. Bahamadia, what up, shorty? Word to the beatbox, get on and make it High, you don't stop. Six, the bare foot act, Strive towards more righteous acts, but I'm human. And to front angelic illusion is just too Time-consuming. Three twenty-nine plus one and still Blooming. Blessed with ability to clock a jewel or Two in. Circumference appears on occasion far and Near. Return to hip hop, it's an escape for Many years. Feeding off the verbal punch to give Me props over here. Challenger of concepts to make your inner mind's eye Tear. Quiet chemistry, what's the big idea? Far-fetched fantasy with no knowledge up here. Stop play the role of Chris Pete to make You say, "Aw, yeah." So victimless we of this mental wear and tear. Condition unfazed, yet I still hold it down. Pure, pleasurable, and profane. I get down, Get get Plus there needs to be a balance To make the world go around. We love the girl Bahamadia, don't stop. Until my man Pross snooze, don't stop. To bizarre extremes, you don't stop. We turn it out, we turn it out. To Khalil, Mr. Man, you don't stop. Organized Confusion, you don't stop. Until my man bust rhymes, you don't stop. We turn it out, we turn it out. To the EMI, you don't stop. Until my man Troy Pi you don't stop. To Prince Paul, Prince Paul, you don't stop. We turn it out, we turn it out. Until my man Scary Handsome, you Don't Stop