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the realism of life and actuality Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary And my mentality is, money orientated I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high Cause life's a bitch and then you die Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye ADVERTISEMENT 16.Black Thought*I FUCKIN HATE the hype Black Thought gets, always have prefered Malik B... who was overall better on Iladeplh... but I cry the bastard completely shitted on this disk with this: UNIVERSE AT WAR; ILLADEPH HALFLIFE; THE ROOTS Yo, enter the last era Your scholarship into the world of politics and mascara, we operate within this artificial op-era I bring hip-hop terror like the Fuhrer The Ace Ventura into the horror Laboratory laborer, venture beyond the border I'll struc-ture a style destroy your whole aura Plus you're a-drenalin'll rise before your eyes and mortalize, my image hit the skies Deceive the devil in disguise My music I parenthesize Represent the wise, do this be how we enterprise Kid no compromise (yeah, yeah) I'm thinkin fast like drama Dyin I wear your mind away like Alzheimer I pull a mic up out my bomber big up to Bahama The A-O this year we leavin em in trauma Then after me, I plan to leave behind, the legacy or history of the family, the fifth dynasty For humanity, to bear witness to this Del-val-syllable stylist You know the time kid17.NasLIVE NIGGA RAP; IT WAS WRITTEN; NAS Niggaz thinkin shit sweet, I carry big heat Wavy hair chipped teeth, up in this bitch deep Queens murder clicks meet, yellow tapes on black gates Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait I escape into zones, that's irregular Why debate on a phone, I'm solar cellular Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a world where the rich run it, curriculum of a mathologist Deep throats, they try to swallow this Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists I preserve in my dome, niggaz mics is full of silicone Spot's blown, guerilla ice on this killer's life I put my word on it Now you can sleep on or rock a swerve on it Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Aire lodges We like a smooth fam', but rougher than how DeBarge is Catchin charges, of marksmen, livin heartless Grab a cartridge, cock my shit on some Mobb shit We mobbin, puttin niggaz in mausoleums From Queens cross the Throsnic, heads bop, I see 'em from queens cross to throgsneck heads nod18.Big NoydGIVE UP THE GOODS (JUST STEP); THE INFAMOUS; MOBB DEEP Yo it's the r - a double p e - r, n - o - y - d Niggas can't fuck with me comin' straight outta QB pushin' an Infiniti you ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally? Definitely, to the death of me come and test me trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me so bust me, you're gonna have to, 'cause I'ma blast you my lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual I'm born wit' it I'm gettin' on wit' it an' I'ma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it 'cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore a lyrical destructor don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka you know my flow, you know my stilo even pack my gat when I go to see my PO Jump out my hooptie pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty in case my PO try to troop me to the island and if I start wildin' flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions but she didn't violate me, so I escaped see back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream know what I mean? I'm a natural born hustler won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya.19.Phife DawgBUGGIN' OUT; LOW DOWN THEORY; A TRIBE CALLED QUEST Yo, microphone check one two what is this The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business I float like gravity, never had a cavity Got more rhymes than the Winans's got family No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame No shame in my game cause I'll always be the same Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have You wanna diss the Phifer but you still don't know the half I sport New Balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path Messin round with this you catch the size of em I never half step cause I'm not a half stepper Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper Refuse to com-pete with BS competition Your name ain't Special Ed so won't you Seckle With the Mission I never walk the streets, think it's all about me Even though deep in my heart, it really could be I just try my best to like go all out Some might even say yo shorty black you're buggin' out20.Killer MikeSNAPPIN' AND TRAPPIN'; STANKONIA; OUTKAST Our shit dont mix like llao and lukewarm water Better make it hotter splash ice and watch it rock up I oughta duct tape your infant daughter Show yall soldier ass niggaz Im murder citys sargeant slaughter Guaranteed to get more cut than a barber I betcha Ill drill your heifer like black & decker This pussy wrecker and white water couldnt get it wetter Im guaranteed to leave her swiss cheese for more cheddar I give a fuck, suede bucks and coogi sweaters Whats up? whatever sable fur to lamb leather Ive seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather And creased denim threats delivered when I send em Nigga know i, fedex my shit, overnight express my shit Deliver my hits quick, who next on my shit list Banana niggaz need to split Quit fucking with this thorough atlanta click This here is slum lordz we make your terrific shit tragic My pen and pixel make violence more graphic I take raw coke, cook it crack, saran wrap it One muthafuckin verse and its already a classic One muthafuckin verse and its already a classic Killer mike nigga! 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