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featuring Serge, Maestro Manny, Snagglepuss
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[Lord Jamar]
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First up it's the nuts up, what's up
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to the niggas from the projects
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Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm lookin at another crime scene
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Committed by the brothers on this rhyme team
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Just freestylin in a cipher, I take the life of MCs
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If you're wack we got the right to seize
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He's black like Ultra, know your culture
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Motherfuckers don't know so they won't grow
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Lord Jamar show and prove the rules I kick
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Makin niggas move, no matter how smooth it get
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or how rigid, niggas still get it
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I kill wicked motherfuckers with the rhymes that I structures
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In my third eye, know you heard I
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study math like a mathmatician
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See half of y'all wishin you could sound like the GODs from the town
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of the Rule, you ain't got the urge, bust it down Serge
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[Serge]
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You know I smoke it like the flame to the tip of that bud, we just twistin
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from another dimension, did I mention
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that funky, that's the only way we know how to get niggas
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Rhymes belimminent like a partial scholarship
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But my style's so heavy it make you lean when I drop
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Leave you spinnin like the washin machine before it stop
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Goin all out, have to seal these motherfuckers fate
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On a mission from Cleveland, ridin it from outta state
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So ready yourself because it's on full scale
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I heard some put Jamar to bail down to New Rochelle
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Now Rule, that's where we scheme and we plot
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On the late night, blunted in the basement with Sadat
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And we discussin your demise, know it's gonna come
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sure as the sun's gonna rise, send me the drum
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And Serge is buckin off a shot from the mental insight
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Air tight, throw a worker from cradle to gravesite
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[Maestro Manny]
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I feel lick a shot pum pum, push up on the one
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*?I'll bad bad and I'll run?*
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Original Flatbush style, and solo jam
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like BEEP Han Solo man
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Yes-a, Mr.Intellect-And-Sex in the flesh
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I'm rougher than the hair on your girl's chest
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Maestro Manny one verse, time come in
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My ??? ??? scab when they go flurry
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You don't concern me, your style can't burn me
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You's about as hardcore as Big Bird, Bert and Ernie
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My steelo fat like your girlfriend, pregnant with twins
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After Thanksgiving then they're eatin pork skin
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I don't give a fuck about your section, just watch your murder flexin
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Step correct to the brother with the dark complexion
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6' 1", two weaves and cocked diesel
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You can see that hair is curly, ain't no fuckin up like ???
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SEE!!!!
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*Interlude*
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[Snagglepuss]
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When the corrupt stuff in my mind starts to erupt
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Even the hard niggas will be yellin "That's enough"
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But what about my style, ooh child, I switch em up
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Rearrange em up, in other words I change em up
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Snagglepuss, I make a nigga fall like the season
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So exit stage left cos you ain't on my level, leaf
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You wanna battle? Here's what happened to the last kid
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His wife became a widow and his kids became bastards
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In the rap profession, I'm not the one for testin
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I'm the first to let'cha know I'm way dirty like mudwrestlin
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So bring all the flunkies you roll with
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So when I set it on your ache, you all be like "Oh shit!"
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You want more so here we go, peep how my rap flow
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I'll have your ass sneakin out the backdoor
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This is some trouble you don't wanna get your ass in
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So watch your step and don't come out'cha mouth in the wrong fashion
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[Sadat X]
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Feel the wind blow thru your hair
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My aim is square on your backbone
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You're home alone and your mom work the double shift
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Just enough time for me to hit that off
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"Bounce on a nigga" said my man Wop
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Peace to the squad, One-Eighth, Fo' and Teepee, check it
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I'm the type of nigga that'll walk down the street
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on some casual shit, even my kid could flip
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Hear me on the wop tape BAM!! HIT EM
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Hear me with the rhythm, yo you better go get em, check it
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Anticipation, you're waitin and waitin
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Peace to Courtland Ave., Teepee wheelnose in
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Satan, the early bird, aiyo that's my word
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My man Joon with the 'erb to the moon
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Eh Shawn Black, nigga, where ya at?
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No type of daydreamer or a nigga with enphysema
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This is X and I'm straight from the Rule
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