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"I will abolish, wax and polish
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MC's in the place I will demolish"
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Aiight, it's how it's going down in the 9 square
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Brooklyn Studio, East New York representing
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It's like this y'all, check it
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Aiight, I'm walking down the street, I got my 50 niggas deep
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Crew jeeps too, ain't nobody sleeping through the night
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They can't keep you in the crib, even your moms can't keep you inside
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I got the fat forward drive, live system in the back
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Door be open and the chicks, they be scoping
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My valuables, my gear, and my jewels
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But as a rule I keep the tool on my side for my protection
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So approach cautiously when you slide in my direction
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I'm from Bucktown the four can make you up don't give a fuck town
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Bucks down, roll the dice twice if you're nice
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I'm soft spoken, but I do not be joking on my skits
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So don't make me get abusive on this shit
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Come into the land of a man uncensored, I'm a predator
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Since I murdered my editor, go on my nerves, I deaded her
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I shot the sherrif, blew the head clean off the neck
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On the shoudlers, I told a nigga give me my respect
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And I don't care if the deputies come looking for me
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I'll be in the East, set foot in the belly of the beast
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And be deceased
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"I will abolish, wax and polish
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MC's in the place I will demolish" Scars and Pain! (Repeat 2x)
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If you know me then you know I'm low key intelligent
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But I'm lethal, with sensitivity for my people
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But every now and then I feel that old wild speak from the streets
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Of the East and the beast is unleashed
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I'm unchained like the massive migrane on my brain
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With the sprain it's strange, to endure but it's raw
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And it's pure I got to get it off my chest to alleviate the stress
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Press upon you like I did as a kid
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In the days of the age and yes begin to cease
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Out of the cess on the train, roll up the cessamellia
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I be rocking it while the chocolate thai be running through my head
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I see visions of laughs spread all around me
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I feel a jones coming down like that little cutie from the Fugees
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Coming through me, baby dew me I ain't new to this
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My pops took his microphone and made a megaphone
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Out of my mom's uterus I was born true to this
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I'll be doing this til I can't do this no more
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I'll look an MC in his eye and ask him why he wanna die
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Yep with laughter, I whip up MC's into the hereafter
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With a smile I greet 'em and treat 'em like a bastard child
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"I will abolish, wax and polish
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MC's in the place I will demolish" Scars and Pain! (Repeat 4x)
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Oh my God it's a shame how I come down the lane like an express A train
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Giving you Scars and Pain
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I'm rough enough to call you on your Billy Goat's bluff
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I'm tough, and to ??? and kick up more than dust, I kick that ass
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Up and down the street and nigga you don't want
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To meet in a dark alley in Chicago, New York, or Cali
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I never dilly on my dally when I rally with my boys
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I crush, destroy you're whole gone, boy
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My Desert Eagle ain't illegal it's legitimate
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So I might just put you in the sites and take the hint
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If the price is right I roll the enemies to extremes
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I'm a fiend for the cash like the Old Dirty Bast getting cream
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You wanna get with this as much as you will want to get with
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Simple sins, upon my gonnorhea for weak MC's
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Weak imitator, real live, MC impersonator
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Can't withstand the wrath of my bloodbath
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I crush, bumrush, and turn stone to know this ain't no game
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I royal flush you down the drain
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Scars and Pain! With the beat sent to these MC's like a sattelite
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>From the new New York #1 Public Enemy
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"I will abolish, wax and polish
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MC's in the place I will demolish" Scars and Pain! (Repeat 4x)
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Scars and Pain
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