| Let’s go, let’s start the show
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| Contracts and dough, you came to hear Kris
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| Let’s go, let’s start the show
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| Watch how I flow, you came to feel this
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| Let’s go, live MC rappin
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| Cut mix and scratchin, you came to see me
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| Let’s go, let’s make it happen
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| For your satisfaction, you came to be free
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| From all the bull, from all the push, from all the pull
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| From all the critics and the cynics that there happens to be
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| Relax from the attacks, there’s no battlin me
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| Write whatever you like, I will rattle you G
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| No hassle for me, with the freestyle skill
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| Believe I’m ill, chill, I be surpassin MC’s
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| Ain’t too many faster than me man
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| Neck movin, sweat oozin, schoolin, that’s how we jam
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| I write with a free hand, I write with a purpose
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| If you bought the CD, thanks for the purchase
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| If you downloaded the album then COME to the concert
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| Don’t sit in front of the computer 'til your eye hurt
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| Get up, get out, and join the movement
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| Hip-Hop culture is more than music
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| And I’mma prove it, whether freestyle or written
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| Ax yourself how KRS still spittin
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| Me and my niggas go to the club with hooded jeans and boots
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| Fuck a dress code, fuck a tie, fuck your shoes and suits
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| We rock doo rags to fitteds, and throwback jerseys
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| Front pockets with cash, paint a wall with a slash
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| Gettin our drink on, burnin trees, eyes lookin Japanese
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| Whylin out because the DJ threw on M.O.P
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| Peepin how the ballers with the gators is hatin
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| But fuck what they be talkin this is straight from the streets
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| They got war comin out they mouth but they don’t want beef
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| Cause yo I snatch them outta they ride, click click, surprise
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| Run your jewels, your shoes, before you make tonight’s news
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| All downs are bet, and I’m playin for keeps
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| Actin like you gon' scheme, then my man gon' squeeze
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| Word to the cause I knows you don’t want it
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| You be up in, tear while I be, everywhere
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| Yeah, it’s like that what? |