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[GPM] Hit her, I mean let's hit this
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[??1] That's not straight
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[??2] Do it God, ya bwoy let's do it now seen?
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Let's pull it bwoy
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[Grand Puba Maxwell]
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Aiyyo, check this out
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Brand Nubian gettin ready to swing this ep'
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We got the Grand Puba, we got Derek X on the flex
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We got, Lord Jamar, we got Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!
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And my man Ep Rock
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X, kick the flavor for me on this one
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Cause we gettin ready to be out of here in a, sec
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[Derek X/Sadat X]
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Wild, New York raw as my voicebox soars I'll
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open your pores cause it's one of my chores
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Kickin beats to boggle rhythms, cuttin rhymes to a schism
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People often wonder and ask..
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Is I'm the best? Surely you jest, I'm not down with the rest
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In fact.. they failed the test
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It's my vernacular that's simply spectacular
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My bite is in your neck it's the effect, of Dracula
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Man on a mission, go to school with low tuition
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Can't even keep account, of the G's I be kissin
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But oh I beg your pardon, the race, is startin
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The criminals is there and I'm the hardest of the hard
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And it's a feet for you to meet me on any given day
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The adjective - AMAZING, spelled with an 'A'
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and a 'G' on the end, by usin, my pen
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Set forth on a journey for the, perfect blend
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Rhymin was a fad in the days of my dad
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Now MC's is makin G's and goin for bad
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The X in my name makes it, all official
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Am I the King? Well that's the so-called issue
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Rollin off the tongue was the fresh one-liner
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And CB talker was the zero one-niner
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Took a slight drop from the tip of the top
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Now I'm out for mines and I'm goin to clock
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What's mine on the line on a rhyme I will dine
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Never ate the pig can't deal with the swine
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Keep on, yes my word is bond
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Speakin that knowledge like Farrakhan
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Cause it's ragtime!
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[Grand Puba Maxwell]
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Ah yeah it's ragged, let's do it!
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Aight now we got Lord J
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Lord J, yo c'mon now
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Kick, the flavor, to this
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Drop it like this (I'ma swing it like this)
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[Lord Jamar]
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I like to drop bass, cause when it hits, I bounce em
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I do this with my seven and my one half ounces of brain
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which I contain, to manifest thought
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The record is bought so I figure I ought to elaborate
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(Might as well) as minds in turn collaborate
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I speak the facts black, I don't exaggerate
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I just get to the bare essential
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Demandin that I talk, of my credentials, cause yo
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I never slept, my mind was in the right place
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Now let's take our steps and retrace
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back to a time, when black was defined
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as Original, God-like, Supreme Divine
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Refined is my mind that's why I'm buildin
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There was a void in New York but now it's filled in
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by the Lord J, don't forget the A-M-A
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to the R, now say I'm a Star (You a Star, J!)
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Well you can be one too
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Now here's all you got to do (whatcha gotta do?)
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You got to know Knowledge of Self's the foundation
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Know wisdom's the way to let it outcome
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Understanding is the manifestation
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And cutural freedom, the final turnout, cause it's ragtime
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[Grand Puba Maxwell]
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That's definitely ragtime
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Now let me brag mine! Let me brag mine
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Hit this in the 90's
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Hey yo, bust it (here I go here I go here I go)
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As I, stand as a pharoah and beat up on Eliza
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Trick ends on my friends, cause Puba's not a miser
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Last longer than a Duracell, or a Energizer
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I got a little older but a whole lot wiser
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When it comes to shootin ? I'm a damn good shooter
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MC Grand Puba should be worshipped like a buddha
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I boogies to the rhythm, kicks all the flavortism
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Damn I gets busy, though makin rhyme I gets bizm
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Always help another meaning sister or a brother
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Just a little tip I picked up, from my mother
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Smooth as Ali Baba once I week I see the barber
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So honey pucker up cause I'm a DAMN good slobber
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Mr. Exquisite, dressed in silk, Bally's made of lizard
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So honey, what is it? (What is it?)
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I rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour I'm probably heading
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You wanna beat like this? Check the stack of Otis Redding
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I'm hurtin like a blister, confusin like Twister
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Not a only child, four brothers and one sister
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Not a rinky-dinky never snackin on a Twinkie
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When it comes to flexin I can bend like a Slinkie
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