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I woke up early on my born day, I'm
twenty years of blessing
The essence of adolescent leaves my body
now I'm fresh in
My physical frame is celebrated cause I
made it
One quarter through life some God-ly like
thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while
I puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein
money maintain
Don't go against the grain simple and
plain
When I was young at this I used to do my
thing hard
Robbin foreigners take they wallets they
jewels and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects flashin my quick
cash
and got my first piece of ass smokin
blunts with hash
Now it's all about cash in abundance,
niggaz I used to run with
is rich or doin years in the hundreds
I switched my motto -- instead of sayin
Bleep tomorrow
That buck that bought a bottle could've
struck the lotto
Once I stood on the block, loose cracks
produce stacks
I cooked up and cut small pieces to get
my loot back
Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric
Pack a four-matic that crack your whole
cabbage

I woke up early on my born day, I'm
twenty years of blessing
The essence of adolescent leaves my body
now I'm fresh in
My physical frame is celebrated cause I
made it
One quarter through life some God-ly like
thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while
I puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein
money maintain
Don't go against the grain simple and
plain
When I was young at this I used to do my
thing hard
Robbin foreigners take they wallets they
jewels and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects flashin my quick
cash
and got my first piece of ass smokin
blunts with hash
Now it's all about cash in abundance,
niggaz I used to run with
is rich or doin years in the hundreds
I switched my motto -- instead of sayin
Bleep tomorrow
That buck that bought a bottle could've
struck the lotto
Once I stood on the block, loose cracks
produce stacks
I cooked up and cut small pieces to get
my loot back
Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric
Pack a four-matic that crack your whole
cabbage

[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggas, anything
he could do
To get his respect back, in the eyes of his
crew
Starting fights over little shit, up on the
block
Stepped up to selling mothers and
brothers the crack rock
Working overtime for making money for
the crack spot
Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to
cocaine
fulfilling the scarface fantasy stuck in his
brain
Tired of the block niggas treating him the
same
He wanted to be major like the cut
throats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas
showed him no love
They told him any motherfucking coward
can sell drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a
blood
Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in a
club
But only a real thug can stab someone till
they die
Standing in front of them, staring straight
into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well
guarded
And they wanted to test him, before
business started
Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was
cold hearted
So now he had a choice between going
back to his life
Or making money with made men, up in
the cife
His dreams about cars and ice, made him
agree
A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to
be
And so he met them Friday night at a
quarter to three

[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggas, anything
he could do
To get his respect back, in the eyes of his
crew
Starting fights over little shit, up on the
block
Stepped up to selling mothers and
brothers the crack rock
Working overtime for making money for
the crack spot
Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to
cocaine
fulfilling the scarface fantasy stuck in his
brain
Tired of the block niggas treating him the
same
He wanted to be major like the cut
throats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas
showed him no love
They told him any motherfucking coward
can sell drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a
blood
Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in a
club
But only a real thug can stab someone till
they die
Standing in front of them, staring straight
into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well
guarded
And they wanted to test him, before
business started
Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was
cold hearted
So now he had a choice between going
back to his life
Or making money with made men, up in
the cife
His dreams about cars and ice, made him
agree
A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to
be
And so he met them Friday night at a
quarter to three

[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggas, anything
he could do
To get his respect back, in the eyes of his
crew
Starting fights over little shit, up on the
block
Stepped up to selling mothers and
brothers the crack rock
Working overtime for making money for
the crack spot
Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to
cocaine
fulfilling the scarface fantasy stuck in his
brain
Tired of the block niggas treating him the
same
He wanted to be major like the cut
throats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas
showed him no love
They told him any motherfucking coward
can sell drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a
blood
Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in a
club
But only a real thug can stab someone till
they die
Standing in front of them, staring straight
into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well
guarded
And they wanted to test him, before
business started
Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was
cold hearted
So now he had a choice between going
back to his life
Or making money with made men, up in
the cife
His dreams about cars and ice, made him
agree
A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to
be
And so he met them Friday night at a
quarter to three

Yeah ! That all mighty amazin', ill,
highly contagious
Kamikaze south splash like it shot
from a gauge
Until your body sound clash
Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude
Beats bring the beast out me ,
flagrant - foul rowdy
Reed pipe but deed tight , disposition
keep on flippin '
Keep 'em playin' they position
Keep makin' the people listen what I
spin
Put 'em out on a limb
Got tears , got blood , got sweat,
leakin' out of the pen
Y 'all fake niggaz not settin ' a trend
We never listen to them
It 's like tryin' to take a piss in the
wind
My home team doing visitors in , yo
don ' t test 'em
They all standin ' close to the edge, so
don ' t stress em
Now who the type built to last?
It 's no question , the Master!
Villain in Black wit no stets in my
sound
Hittin ' you hard from - every direction
Your head and shoulder , area your
midsection dawg !

Yeah ! That all mighty amazin', ill,
highly contagious
Kamikaze south splash like it shot
from a gauge
Until your body sound clash
Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude
Beats bring the beast out me ,
flagrant - foul rowdy
Reed pipe but deed tight , disposition
keep on flippin '
Keep 'em playin' they position
Keep makin' the people listen what I
spin
Put 'em out on a limb
Got tears , got blood , got sweat,
leakin' out of the pen
Y 'all fake niggaz not settin ' a trend
We never listen to them
It 's like tryin' to take a piss in the
wind
My home team doing visitors in , yo
don ' t test 'em
They all standin ' close to the edge, so
don ' t stress em
Now who the type built to last?
It 's no question , the Master!
Villain in Black wit no stets in my
sound
Hittin ' you hard from - every direction
Your head and shoulder , area your
midsection dawg !

Yeah ! That all mighty amazin', ill,
highly contagious
Kamikaze south splash like it shot
from a gauge
Until your body sound clash
Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude
Beats bring the beast out me ,
flagrant - foul rowdy
Reed pipe but deed tight , disposition
keep on flippin '
Keep 'em playin' they position
Keep makin' the people listen what I
spin
Put 'em out on a limb
Got tears , got blood , got sweat,
leakin' out of the pen
Y 'all fake niggaz not settin ' a trend
We never listen to them
It 's like tryin' to take a piss in the
wind
My home team doing visitors in , yo
don ' t test 'em
They all standin ' close to the edge, so
don ' t stress em
Now who the type built to last?
It 's no question , the Master!
Villain in Black wit no stets in my
sound
Hittin ' you hard from - every direction
Your head and shoulder , area your
midsection dawg !

La-di-da-di, we like to party
We don't cause trouble, we don't
bother nobody
We're, just some men that's on the mic
And when we rock upon the mic we
rock the mic right
For all of y'all, keep y'all in health
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
Cause it's cool when you cause a cozy
conditioning
Which we create, cause that's our
mission
So listen close, to what we say
Because this type of shit happens
everyday
I woke up around ten o'clock in the
morning
I gave myself a stretch up, a morning
yawn and
Went to the bathroom to wash up
Put some soap on my face and my
hand upon a cup, said
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the top choice of them all
There was a rumble tumble, five
minutes it lasted
The mirror said, "you are you
conceited bastard!"
Well that true, that why we never had
no beef
Then I washed off the soap and
brushed the gold teeth
Used oil of olay cause my skin gets pail
And then I grabbed the file for my
finger nails
I'm true to the style on my behalf
I put the bubbles in the tub so I could
take a bubble bath
Clean, dry, was my, body and hair
I threw on my brand new gucci
underwear
For all the girls I might take home
I got the johnson's baby powder and
the polo cologne
Fresh dress, like a million bucks,
Put on the bally shoes and the fly
green socks.
Stepped out the house stopped short,
oh no
Went back in I forgot my kangol
Then I dilly, dally, I ran through the
alley
I bumped into this homegirl named
sally from the valley
This was a girl playing hard to get
So I said "what's wrong? " cause she
looked upset
She said uh, "it's all because of you
I'm feeling sad and blue
You went away
And now my life is filled with rainy
days
I love you so
How much you'll never know
Cause you took your love away from
me"
Now what was I to do
She was crying over me and she was
feeling blue
I said, "don't cry, dry, your eyes
Here comes your mother with those
two little guys"
Her mean mother steps and says to me
"hi!"
Hit sally in the face and punched her
in the eye
Kicked her in the belly, and stepped
on her feet
Slammed the child on the hard
concrete
The bitch was strong, the kids was
gone
Something was wrong I said what was
going on?
I tried to break it up I said, stop it,
leave her
She said, "if I can't have you she can't
either"
She grabbed me closely by my socks
So I broke the hell out like I had the
chicken pox
But uh, she gave chase, she caught up
quick
She put a finger in the face of mc rick,
and said
"why don't you give me some play?
And we can go cruising in my (oj)
And if you give me that ok
I'll give you all my love today
Ricky ricky ricky, can't you see
Somehow your words just hypnotize
me
And I just love your jazzy ways
So mc rick my love is here to stay"
And on and on and on she kept on
The bitch been around before my
mother's born
I said, "cheer up!" I gave her a kiss
I said, "you can't have me I'm too
young for you miss"
She said, "no you're not," then she
starts crying
I says, "i'm nineteen", she says, "stop
lying!"
I said, "i am -- go ask my mother
And with your wrinkled p***y, I can't
be your lover!"
To the heart tick tock you don't stop
To the heart tick tock you don't quit,
hit it!

My intellectual battle will make your
brains rattle
I'll unwrap you and your crew from the
same shackle
I'm on many different planes like ' airport
Psychologically you be rethinkin your
identity and cuttin ya hair short
Now there's a thought, that exposes your
insecurity
You put no fear in me, I break the M from
the C
And reverse it to say "See 'em? See 'em
They allow the devil to lead 'em, and they
be givin up they freedom
So, huh, gather round for the raptism
When the spirit hear it the lyric long
before the track get 'em
I spit 'em out, gotta get 'em out, the
world I never been about
I see them glitter but their spirit's goin in
and out
We see them fading, we also see them
hating
We also see those living for musical chart
ratings
Hear what I'm stating or trading for what
you're paying
Replace fear with faith and you'll stop
decaying

Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two
for Steady Rock
Three for the fourth comin live, future
shock
It's five dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8
Million Stories to tell
Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit
with the probable tenth, the universe
expands length
The body of my text posess extra strength
Power-liftin powerless up, out of this,
towerin inferno
My ink so hot it burn through the journal
I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway
and Myrtle
Hip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles
like the nationwide projects, prison-
industry complex
Broken glass wall better keep your alarm
set
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom
sing
Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to
dream
but you chain cats get they CHA-POW,
who dead now
Killin fields need blood to graze the cash
cow
It's a number game, but shit don't add up
somehow
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to
rock it
but only 15% of profits, ever see my
pockets like
sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years
spent on national defense but folks still
live in fear like
nearly half of America's largest cities is
one-quarter black
That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the
crack
Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more
to a ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you
no longer free
40% of Americans own a cell phone
so they can hear, everything that you say
when you ain't home
I guess, Michael Jackson was right, "You
Are Not Alone"
Rock your hardhat black cause you in the
Terrordome
full of hard niggaz, large niggaz, dice
tumblers
Young teens and prison greens facin life
numbers
Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS
patients
Young bloods can't spell but they could
rock you in PlayStation
This new math is whippin motherfuckers
ass
You wanna know how to rhyme you
better learn how to add
It's mathematics

[Bigg Jus]
I must be, entirely, too f**kin fresh
Jus the killer Funcrusher, pass off to the
left
[El-P]
And I, cut most meticulous
Descriptive clip from the hit you done
shit on site as ridiculous
And under my thumb went numb hackers
when EMS workers caught blood from slug
catchers
Here's the limit dusty but digital
With a far more rugged approach than
Red Asia
Bust the sundial, wild advanced
placement in effect
For me, it's either rhyme or euthanasia
Stands brittle but b-boy shell rugged and
practical
Subtle anarchy, climate is unadaptable
Vulcan, logic, brought upon his destruction
Attack him at the fulcrum and society
can't function
[Bigg Jus]
I've been underground since thirteen
literally
Bombin the whole system up, beautifying
the scenery
Bless the turns I step up off these New
Balance 580's on
No order fool coherency Clinton speak
Egyptian
Get cocked, not back in the jungle, ease
up friction
High dose of energy fuels my fermenting
splintering in three sections
Each capable of launching attack in any
direction
Hook it back up and connect it
Death-defying, all up on your e-mail
addressing
I defy, any and all attempts at logic
Gray matter material formulate
engineering solids
?Truck the vat scientific frontage off of
science?
[El-P]
Every bloodline is tainted, signifying
malignant raps
who with bad intentions of boogeymen
and death as a source of laughter
[Bigg Jus]
Yeah your precious family tree'll end this
century
No traditions to pass down, ?spend your
way out of eternity?

[Talib Kweli]
You will respect it when we set it
Fake MC's get tossed
For leavin the microphone covered wit
the gloss
Don't get lost, b***h-a***es who switch
fastest
When my hits smashes, impacts like whip
crashes
Fu**in up your face like thick glasses
You still can't see shit
I'll snatch your faith, your imagination
won't believe it
It's ill, you can't conceive it
Any nigga can make a baby, it takes a
man to be a father
Why bother, you'll be run over in the
street like Frogger
Comatose like Central Park joggers when
my crew goes wildin
Lyricist who will never Lounge till all wack
shit is silenced
I'm not violent, niggas come aggressive
wit that nonsense
Yo, it's time for us to get aggressive wit
our conscience

[Mos Def]
Yo, I'm sure that everbody out listenin
agree
That everything you see ain't really
how it be
A lot of jokers out runnin in place,
chasin the style
Be a lot goin on beneath the empty
smile
Most cats in my area be lovin the
hysteria
Synthesized surface conceals the
interior
America, land of opportunity, mirages
and camoflauges
More than usually -- speakin loudly,
sayin nothin
You confusin me, you losin me
Your game is twisted, want me enlisted
-- in your usary
Foolishly, most men join the ranks
cluelessly
Buffoonishly accept the deception,
believe the perception
Reflection rarely seen across the
surface of the lookin glass
Walkin the street, wonderin who they
be lookin past
Lookin gassed with them imported
designer shades on
Stars shine bright, but the light --
rarely stays on
Same song, just remixed, different
arrangement
Put you on a yacht but they won't call
it a slaveship
Strangeness, you don't control this, you
barely hold this
Screamin brand new, when they just
sanitized the old shit
Suppose it's, just another clever Jedi
mind trick
That they been runnin across stars
through all the time with
I find it's distressin, there's never no
in-between
We either niggaz or Kings
We either bitches or Queens
The deadly ritual seems immersed, in
the perverse
Full of short attention spans, short
tempers, and short skirts
Long barrel automatics released in
short bursts
The length of black life is treated with
short worth
Get yours first, them other niggaz
secondary
That type of illin that be fillin up the
cemetary
This life is temporary but the soul is
eternal
Separate the real from the lie, let me
learn you
Not strong, only aggressive, cause the
power ain't directed
That's why, we are subjected to the will
of the oppressive
Not free, we only licensed
Not live, we just excitin
Cause the captors.. own the masters..
to what we writin
Not compassionate, only polite, we well
trained
Our sincerity's rehearsed in stage, it's
just a game
Not good, but well behaved cause the
ca-me-ra survey
most of the things that we think, do, or
say
We chasin after death just to call
ourselves brave
But everyday, next man meet with the
grave
I give a damn if any fam' recall my
legacy
I'm tryin to live life in the sight of
God's memory
Like that y'all

[Nas]
I’ma prison cell six by nine
Livin hell stone wall metal bars for the
gods in jail
My nickname the can, the slammer, the
big house
I’m the place many fear cause there’s no
way out
I take the sun away put misery instead
When you wit me most folks consider you
dead
I saw too many inmates fallin apart
Call for the guards to let them out at
night when it’s dark
Convicts think they alone but if they listen
close
They can hear me groan touch the wall
feel my pulse
All the pictures you put up is stuck to my
skin
I hear ya prayers (even when ya
whisperin)
I make it hotter in the summer colder in
the winter
If the court paroal ya then another con
enters
No remorse for your tears I seen em too
often
When you cry I make you feel alive inside
a coffin
Watch you when you eat play with you
mind when you sleep
Make you dream that you free then make
you wake up to me
Face to face with a cage no matter your
age
I can shatter you turn you into a savage
in rage
Change ya life that’s if you get a chance to
get out
Cause only you and I know what
sufferings about
Yo it’s stunning when bed sheets become
your woman
And I’m the one that gotcha weapons
when the beef is comming
Maybe one day I’ll open up my arms to
release you
You’ll always be my property nigga stay
legal

Verse two: prince poetry
Gun balls of fire, I'm travelling at higher
speeds
To proceed to penetrate flesh, hitting the
splint
After splitting the chest of a queens fiend
Age of pagers shredded to pieces from
the glock 9
And it's hollow tips, it releases the polices
In back of the ambulance
Blood loss as I shift across your chest
Arrest, rupture, I mess up ya, slasher
Shall I bust ya liver, faster, blood pours
*bang*
Now it's up to the master, boom, as I
crash open the doors
Thank me for spraying the operating
room
The body still consumes me, doc had to
remove me
Mmm lord, why do they use me? *bang*
I'm takin individual for keeps hobbes
So peep the cops, in the ghetto bustin
shots for props
And when I hit, shit *bang bang bang
bang*
Soon you forgets-me-not
Cops tried to explain to his pops what I
done
I flip up the hollow tipper and I'm not the
one
And as a human I'm the surprising one
Prince po I flow the ripper, either way
You never, ever know how I'm coming
Metamorphasizing, rising in turbulence
Condensed into a bullet, pull it, now I'm
making moves
With no sympathizing, uhh, so take a hit
nigga, sprint *bang*
Onto the scenario, I'm at a party with o
A lot of honies parlay and the dj's playin
the fudge pudge flow
Five niggaz come up in the club for a rub
[yo o peep it, oh shit o duck (oh shit!, oh
shit!)
*pop pop pop pop pop* *woman
screams*]
Another hit, another struck
Here comes mr. stray bullet
Five, the tip, getting my jollies from the
screams of the ripped
In your chest, then I flip
Nip your liver, blood flowin like a river
Money starts to shiver then I give a
delivery of burns
Bruises fake shoes is your renaissance
No response your moms is out cold
Figure I'm bigger takin your heart nigga at
twenty years old
Stray bullet

Verse Five: Busta Rhymes
Watch, as I combine all the juice from
the mind
Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come
rewind
Powerful impact BOOM! from the
cannon
Not braggin, try to read my mind just
imagine
Vo-cab-u-lary's necessary
When diggin into my library
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!
Eating ITAL stew like the one Peter
Tosh-a
UH uh UH, all over the track, man
UH, pardon me, UH, as I come back
As I did it yo I had to beg your pardon
When I travel to the Sun I roll with the
squadron
RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a
dungeon dragon
Change your little drawers cause your
pants are saggin
Try to step to this, I will twist you in a
turban
And have u smelling rank, like some
old stale urine
Chickity-choco, the chocolate chicken
The rear c**kdiesel but chicks they
were kicking
Yo, bustin out before the Busta bust a
nut the rhyme
the rhythm is in sync (UHH!) the
rhymes are on time (TIME!)
Rippin up the sound just like a radio
Observe the rhyme and check out the
scenario!!
*chorus starts* Yeah, my man
mo**erf,**er!

Verse Two: Pharoahe Monche
I'm the poetical poltergeist I heist tracks from the past
And return em to the present time in rhyme form
What was once dead is now resurrected on the record
And the physical words are mere residuals for my bidding
For my disposal to dispose of... who are you kidding
Nightfall, I stop the rook, then I'm looking for
the original book which contains the words of God
Six hours until dawn, my quest to capture the queen
without being seen by the pawns
Call me Bishop, bishop takes rook, rook takes pawn
pawn takes knight, knight takes queen
Queen takes the original King James version
I'm surgin up when I'm emergin
False clergymen you're urgin me to call you a virgin
wind to save the lease
Who can you trust when a priest is now the beast?
(who? what? why?)
I'm the assassinator of rap
Hit rip rhyme rap ritual hit you with my best shot
Get you sit you down, let you know I never get dropped
When I flip-flop hip-hop, when I wreck shop (nigga)
I move, with the finesse and the smoothness
Even inside of the grooves of a record, check it
Check it again, check it again, check it again
Check the metaphors, make sure they're making sense and then
Gimme one-hundred percent credit
Let it, medi-tate, in your brain, like a seda-tive
I said it and I read it twelve in your bloodstream
Let it live
The verses of curses that burst in the face of the first time offenders
In the realm of the extinction agenda

[Rap] Aiyyo my lifestyle's exquisite, yayo
like a blizzard
[Nas] It's choir attire standin on ground
with one pivot
[Rap] Two players rockin silk blazers and
diamonds like glaciers
[Nas] Lands with namebrand seats
reclinin like in spaceships
[Rap] Bodies on ice
[Nas] Livin trife, rollin fixed up dice
[Rap] Gamblin Grants
[Nas] Handlin stamps
[duo] Moves are sheist
[Nas] My bankrolls, got the cops comin in
plain clothes
[Rap] Tryin to arraign again cause of our
fame that's how the game goes
[Nas] True
[Rap] Right out the slammer with the
fame and glamour
Cookin up grams with Arm & Hammer
supplyin scramblers in Alabama
[Nas] Rub out faces and leave no traces
My aces got mad body cases, preserve
spaces at the horse races
Servin us Dom P my cliquo
Dimes with magnifico, puttin in cut
inside ?perico?
Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my
fleet for clothes
In Carribean suites, deep, rippin beats
with flows
[Rap] Aiyyo, we went from standin on
blocks, without some socks
Sellin rocks, to pickin up stock and boat
docks with glocks
And got poppy seed fields with million
dollar bills
Packin all the blue steel we keeps it real
inside the battlefield
[Nas] Yeah so here's a toast to the funds
and things
Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried
with kings

The response while I bomb that a**, "You
ain't sh,*t!"
Your wack a** town had you gassed
Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush
Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed
I don't give a god damn, on the shows
you did
How many rhymes you got, or who knows
you kid?
Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me
what you know
I come sharp as a blade and I cut you
slow
You become so Pat as my style increases
What's that in your pants ahhh human
feces!
Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper
Next time come strapped with a f,**kin
Pamper
How ya sound B? You're better off a
quitter
I'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitter
And my DJ the catcher, he's my man
Anyway he's the one who devised the
plan
He throws the signs I hook up the beats
with clout
I throw the rhymes to the mic and I
strike em out
So it really doesn't matter on how you
intrigue
You can't F**K with those in the major
leagues

All I need is a beat with a continuous loop
And a live vibe that'll hypnotize like the
flute
Along with somethin' that's rugged by
nature like the forest
Composed like the symphony without a
chorus
A place with the path and trail that you
follow
With the wood where you drive your
nails, but too hollow
Far from reality with a slim chance of
gettin' back
Even if you narrowly escape the hidden
traps
Nothin' but the driven raps written in my
notebook
Inspired by the cap and the gown that's
on the coat hook
Prepare for the chemical rush, somethin'
new to cause
Your heart to race, but it's tangible to
touch
Associate with those who are consumed
with beats
Produce fire, until they melt the room
with heat
You know my ink lay all over the sheets,
let us gather around
And form words every time they meet

the hook starts here


Allah be a born, Cee Divine, equality
Father, then after that, there's the G O D
He or her, I Islam, then justice
King of kingdom, love, hell or right, we
still exist
Master, now in [Incomprehensible],
power the queen
Rule of rulers, self of save, the truth of
the square, the saint
Universe, victory, wisdom, unknown why
Zig zag zig, and now we're back home

[Verse 2 - R.A. The Rugged Man]
True story...
Call me Thorburn, John A. Staff
Sergeant, Marksman
Skilling, killing, illing
I'm able and willing
Kill a village elephant, rapin' and
pillage your village
Illegitimate killers, US Military
guerillas
This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit
World War II, that's a war, this is just a
military conflict
Soothing, drug-abusing, Vietnamese
women screwing
Sex, gambling and boozin', all the shit
is amusing
Bitches and guns, this is every man's
dream
I don't want to go home, where I'm
just a ordinary human being
Special OP, Huey chopper gun ship,
run shit
Gook run when the mini-gun spit,
won't miss, kill shit
Spit four-thousand bullets a minute
Victor Charlie, hit trigger, hit it
I'm in it to win it, get it
The lieutenant hinted the villain, I've
ended up killing
I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I
painted is vivid, live it
A wizard with weapons, a secret
mission we about to begin it
Government funded, behind enemy
lines bullets is spraying
It's heating up, a hundred degrees
The enemies the North-Vietnamese,
bitch please
Ain't no sweat, I'm told be at ease.
Until I see the pilot got hit, and we
about to hit some trees
till the rotor broke, crash land,
American man
Cambodia, right in the enemy hand
Take a swig of the whiskey to calm us
Them yellow men wearing black
pajamas
They want to harm us
They all up on us
Bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no
pain
To my left, the captain caught a bullet
right in his brain
Body parts flying, loss of limbs,
explosions
Bad intentions, I see my best friend's
intestins
Pray to the one above, It's raining and
I'm covered in mud
I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm
losing blood
I see my childhood, I'm back in the:
arms of my mother
I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see
bright lights
I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians
at peace, no fights
Blacks, Whites, Asians, people of all
types
I must have died, then I woke up,
suprised I'm alive
I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me,
I survived
I escaped the war, came back
But ain't escape Agent Orange, two of
my kids born handicapped
Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic
Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness,
name it they had it
My son died he ain't live, but I still try
to think positive
Cause in life, God take, God give

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