| Out on the street roams William X-P poems
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| Describer of heat bones that put motherfuckers in deep zones
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| It’s classic, full biz Shaggy Boombastic
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| Flagship nigga with the shiny new classic
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| That outlasted most, host of the century
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| Chopping off domes like a big bowl of chimichurri
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| You’re now on a new adventure with P
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| Where I write and recite words intricately
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| Through the shuffle, the hustle and bustle I unruffle
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| Dudes' feathers, seeking out new endeavors
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| I rain from riding on the outside lane
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| All day on ‘em, even down South my name
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| Ring bells — on the head, on the reg
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| Pretty girls wanna pay, straight thunder
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| I stay stuntin', number stay under
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| The radar, the radar
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| This is Legendary P status, worldwide fame
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| X-Pro on the mountaintop, bird’s-eye aim
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| On the suckas, chuckas and jivers who ain’t as live as
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| I is, coming in at all shapes and sizes
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| Pretty puffed up industry clones is getting banned
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| Whenever I step it’s inside the jam
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| Bringing realty, paving the way like the D.O.T. |
| on ‘em
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| I beat ‘em, not having to join ‘em
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| It’s Wilhelm, always telling people how I feel, fam
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| Sharpening the skills and letting ‘em know
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| On a boulevard mission, I’m ready to go
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| Tip time any place, any area code
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| It’s that boss-like guy with the on point foresight
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| Hotter than Jallah but colder than the frostbite
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| Getting you so excited, call him the sure-shot star
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| Live comfortably, pa, under the radar
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| Please believe, kid, I tell you no floss, I go hard, it’s Pro Large
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| I hit ‘em with the iron no starch
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| Or priest, when Marco Polo doing the beats
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| It’s wildfire flavor, hang on to your seats
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| Still moving, the O.G.s and the little juvie-niles
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| Have ‘em straight wylin out in the als
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| In the stands, I speak so y’all can understand
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| This rapper cash in and at least a hundred
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| For the span, eternally feet planted firm-i-ly
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| L.I., B-K, Queens, state and Germany
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| Stance, lock clamps on ‘em all, on the mall, here today
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| For all y’alls who veered away from the righteous path
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| I’m here to school you with the staff on the ave
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| We handing out flicks and autographs
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| For the newbies, puffing doobies in the tinted-out car
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| I maintain under the radar |