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(Sadat X)
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When you say the name X, think synonymous wit fame
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Only draw love off the mention of my name
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I got a rhyme or two left then I'm a blend to the side
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Go out on top like Jim Brown at his peak, I get wreck like ery week
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Get my freak on, who dares to speak on
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My armed forces recon, penatrating like decon
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Guerilla tactics, stage theatrics
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He's laying on the mattress
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I'm hiking up the black dress
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Finesse called on me to bless
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I pulled the S off my varsity sweater, fine tuned to the letter
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So let's make these stacks and max, relax, be waxed
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The tracks receive faxs wit my picture in a cowboy hat
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Now top that, yo, kid, top that
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Kid got blown away at exactly where you're sitting
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Just the other day but nobody's admitting
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To the crime, I'm a MC not a MD
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The best in history or maybe one of the top 3
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Says myself, no diggedy
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(Large Professor)
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I be synonymous to king, fling niggaz to the mat
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Like an acrobat, flipping the mental ass whipping
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is served when I un-nerved another wack Jack imposter
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Trying to fraud, you gots to get the fuk down wit the Lord
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Finesse, whether you think you're pimp status or the best
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Mad crazy or stupid, find a hot beat and loop it
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For what it's worth, I've been a hip-hopper from birth
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Try to disrespect and get your ass played up like a smurf
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I'm running over the track, type of nigga to stack
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One million, hit my moms, then fuk it, make a trillion
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To start, showing the world who's the man wit the heart
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That's about to blast off on these kids that's mad soft
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Don't fuk wit Large Professor or you get your ass mauled
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So ah, say no more, them niggaz that's the raw
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Large Profess, Lord Finesse and Dat X for the tour
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Grand Puba, who's probably coming back from Aruba
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Wit the skill to buildI'm saying peace, you niggaz, chill
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(Grand Puba)
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Dig it, I be that nigga wit the creamy ass rhyme flow
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My shit's so hot, I'll burn the ass of an Eskimo
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I'm saying though, it be the Grand flipping flam
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Giving love to my fans and you know this man
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My composition leaves competition wishing
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They could be in my postition cuz I did it wit no ass kissing
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I'll be there like Michael Jackson and you don't stop
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Until you get enuff and I'll be damn if my nose drop
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I speak Actual facts on how I feel
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Don't worry baby, wit Puba, there's no waiting just to exhale
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I bag dimes like Jada, step through playa haters
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Keep niggaz moving like a fuking escalator
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Because it's poetry in motion
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Pube keep it smooth like lotion, keeping MC's lost like Billy Ocean
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Dig what I'm sayingI be a buck 85 on the weigh-in
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(Lord Finesse)
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It goes dip dip diving, check who you sizing
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It's the wize civilizing, pockets stll rising
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When I drop it, i'm futuristic like Fiber Optic
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Didn't buy my album, you played yourself, should of copped it
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Nuthin could beat my elite rhymes throwing your hands kid
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That better be a peace sign
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You don't want it, that's my steelo, how we on it
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When we do our thing, niggaz spread the word like informants
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But still advancing, skills enhancing
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We got up on a shooken offbeat like white people dancing
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We're too bugged, true thugs
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Quick to get in that ass in ways that homo's wouldn't approve of
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I'm not yapping, just rapping
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Don't care if you're gold or platinum, don't think it can't happen
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Whether wit a beat or acapella, it's the mic Rockafella
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Strictly out for the mozarella
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Fuk guns and toolies, we don't betray movies
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It's yours truely that's smoothly, still sounds groovy
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You can't do me or dis me, don't try to get wit me
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My style is tricky like spelling Mississippi
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Strictly, come and get me, if you can flip me
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If this flow was whisley, I have you muthafukas tipsy
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The ghetto type playas that caters
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Famous to you spectators, the rhyme sayers, catch you later
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