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I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain Let's go inside my astral plane Find out my mental, based on instrumental Records, hey, so I can write monumental Methods, I'm not the King But n***as is decaf, I stick 'em for the CREAM Check it, just how deep can— Official Nast comin' through better raze it up! All my hoods' on the block better raze it up! All my peoples locked up better raze it up! You better raze it up! You better raze it up! Lyrical Assault, mics outlined in chalk Gun Talk, homicide in New York— Yo, release what's in me Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny Instead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams I pump a G-pack, peeping for where the D's at It's slow, looking for Rambo The cop who got grazed back in the days Chasing n***as through my project maze— Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets It's on, n***a, f**k all that bickerin' beef I can hear sweat tricklin' down your cheek Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet Thunderin', shakin' the concrete Then the sh*t stop— My Ahhh-didas, walk through concert doors And roam all over coliseum floors I stepped on stage, at Live Aid All the people gave, and the poor got paid And out of speakers— It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle Next come the bookings, the way things is looking It's Friday, you in for a long stay Getting shackled on the bus first thing come Monday— Can you picture my prophecy? Stress in the city, the cops is out for me The projects is full of bullets Though bodies is droppin' there ain't no stoppin' me Constantly movin' while makin' millions Witnessin' killings, leavin' dead bodies in abandoned— No matter what we face We must face the moment of truth, baby The same sheisty cats that you hang with and do your thang with Could set you up and wet you up n***a, peep the language It's universal, you play with fire it may hurt you Or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through Let's face facts, although MC's lace tracks It doesn't mean behind the scenes there ain't no dirt to trace back— A key of coke is a pie When I'm lifted I'm high, with new clothes on, I'm fly Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks Money is chips, movies is flicks Also, cribs is— You say "one for the treble, two for the time" Come on, y'all, let's rock this! You say "one for the treble, two for the time" Come on! Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape Now let it fall, (huh!) My restlessness is my nemesis It's hard to really chill and sit still, committed to page I write a rhyme, sometimes won't finish for days Scrutinize my literature from the large to the miniature I mathematically add-minister, subtract the wack Selector, wheel it back—
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