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Almighty
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Joell Ortiz & KXNG Crooked
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I don't think I ain't got my ear to the streets (You know) I hear the chit chatter Yaowa Uh, alrighty, all hail the almighty, despite all of your false Id- -eologies that occupy the top, you're cream of the crops, all slightly Light in the a**, I'm all lightning Jab, jab, cross, jab, uppercut, jab, look I'm all Brooklyn like Zab's hook My ab took money Before rap, I was partnering with some bad crooks Looking like your pops in the face, I had your dad shook Shorty don't get popped in the face or get that a** whooped Grew up where crack cook, you typing on a apple I'm from the rotten apple, different version of how Macs look Extеnded clip, diesel likе Shaq foot My rap book, saved a lot of n***as from that pain I was giving out That ten I was dishin' out Not to crack fiends, I'm talking about the last scene, where Kane was just spitting out Looking up at Stacey, now you gotta stay sit (Oh) They say, "You keep playin' with fire, you burn" Every time I played with fire, I acquired returns on my investment And lessons you'll be dyin' to learn Like don't sleep on dishonesty and lying to earn Every time I'm on a beat, I treat it like it's my turn The verdicts out to your hearing's adjourned is firm Put my life in these sentences, it's bars forever I put scars together, regardless whoever, your market is better All you marks mark for death when I mark up this paper I'm grade A, accordin' to legends that's markin' my paper So when you act like you the best, that's awkward behavior But don't call me the savior, I'm just awesomely favored When you got rappin' power, you could take half a bar off like it's happy hour (Haha) My chat devours half you cowards, please don't pa** me flowers Till my casket's lowered or I'm ashes, here's a cla**ic Yaowa We use words like honor, code, loyalty We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something (Yeah) You use them as a punchline I grew up where crip signs are threw up They dressed like suicide bombers, their clothes blew up (Get 'em) My burner is the Star Trek enterprise The hard tech energize, lift your whole crew up (Yo) You cappin' like Kirk tho, n***a, where your work go? Still pa**in' hoes, 'round the circle, no One main b*t*h that'll murk yo A** is smashin' the purple turbo porsche, going berserko (Stop) Your body drop while I'm knockin' out some features Going dumb in the booth like n***as droppin' outta English after sockin' out the teacher I crocodile my sneakers, I'm flippin' policemen off with Pac poppin' out the speakers (Hail Mary) I was that poor kid climbin' in your window, fix me a bowl of cereal Then I just stole your stereo, sold that sh*t on imperial F**k with my old material, my bars bring death to your ears (But you don't hear me tho) Bust a cap 'cause I'm hardcore, double back, that's an encore Couple mask in a duffel bag and a hunnid racks in the car door Long Beach over bags, n***as got colostomies Striking up the gang tag on million dollar property Get hit with choppers properly, they spit with high velocity Blast Master Kris sh*t, this is my philosophy (Huh) Dee-dee-dee, dah-dee, dah-dee, dee-dee, dah-dee, day We can get you touch if you in New York or L.A. (H.A.R.D) Honor, code, loyalty
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