Tonart: C minor•
Verse 1
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Ye- yeah, one more time,
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Chaundon, where you at, nigga?
It's the future right here, man
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We startin' it right now,
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let's get it goin', Big Pooh, uh
Verse 2
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real shitty, temper short
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My mind cluttered like
the streets of New York
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I ain't tryin' to take a "L"
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'cause I casually fought
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This shit, real serious not casual sport
Verse 3
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Let time fly by as I pen these thoughts
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And I'm speedin' through
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life wit my car in park
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And even in the day sometimes it's dark
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And that cloud hoverin' low
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is not the worst part
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Second guessin' yourself,
Verse 4
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tryin' to remain sharp
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See niggas blowin' up,
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who ain't got yo, spark, uh
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And that alone is a burden to carry
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Either you'll get strong
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or you'll get buried
Verse 5
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And rap keep plenty room
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Pull out your Blackberry's, change
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I mean you could be the shit today
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Then tomorrow wake up, fame blown away
Verse 6
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And homey, on the real,
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ain't nothin' you can say
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That's why I work hard now,
got later to lay
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In the sands on the beach,
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mixin' drinks wit Belvy
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The world gon' remember my name,
Verse 7
motherfuckers
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Now they heard some of yo' songs
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and peeped you from the side
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And watched yo videos and
seen the car you drive
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Chill and we know what to expect,
my nigga
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Done seen it all before,
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I ain't impressed, my nigga
Verse 8
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But they heard some of our songs
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and peeped us from the side
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And came out to the shows
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and seen us on the grind
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Chill and this is how we get down,
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We don't care who got next,
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this is now, motherfuckers
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I tried to work with niggas,
Verse 9
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don't wanna jerk them niggas
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But everybody runnin' around
thinkin' they murderers
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Gave birth to niggas and
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when I burp them niggas
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The spit up old lines that
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I fed to them earlier
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And this is what the
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state of hip- hop is like
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I'm thinkin', "Damn,
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this cannot be right"
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And I agree that everybody's a biter
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but if you Xerox the style
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Then that's infringin'
Verse 11
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It's the bottom of the 9th with
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And we all in the game tryin'
to collect our pennants
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And from the old school,
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I'm a direct descendant
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And y'all can feel it at the end of
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each and every sentence
Verse 12
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'Cause underground rap is just
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incense and gimmicks
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An image, they phone in
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for ten cents a minute
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I knew that since I entered,
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the rap game, my style
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Would have niggas takin' it back
Verse 13
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I think about the youth and how
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their minds are so closed
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'Cause now "Rap City"
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look like "Video Soul"
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And that's a sad state of affairs
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but no need to despair
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'Cause we the next ones that's takin' it there,
Verse 14
ya know
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Now they heard some of yo songs
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and peeped you from the side
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And watched yo videos and seen
the car you drive
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Chill and we know what to expect,
my nigga
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Done seen it all before,
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I ain't impressed, my nigga
Verse 15
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But they heard some of our songs and
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peeped us from the side
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And came out to the shows
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and seen us on the grind
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Chill and this is how we get down,
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motherfuckers
We don't care who got next,
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this is now, motherfuckers
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A note to my opponents,
Verse 16
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And I always got next 'cause
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I seize every moment
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I'm an opportunist with ambition,
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On that number one spot be
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fore it wind up missin'
Verse 17
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And the heart of this being
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is the art of MC- in'
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I feel I'm God with the flow 'cause
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people started believin'
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Huh, so what I'm cocky,
who gon' stop me?
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Twist hoes, leave 'em knock knead,
Verse 18
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This is how I get down,
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got a crib in every hood
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So I'm always the hottest nigga in town
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who fuckin' with our music?
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Yeah, y'all niggas are the shit when
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it comes to bowel movements
Verse 19
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Pooh showed and proved
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it, can't sleep on his game
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'Te converted all the cur
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rency with foreign exchange
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Up next to rock the booth is a rapper
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named Chaundon
The Bronx Borough Presid
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ent with "No Excuses"
Verse 20
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Doubtin' me is foolish,
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don't ask who produced this
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Knowin' damn well only
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9th can do this, huh
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It's no secret, Lyor even know
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When me and Little Brother flow,
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it's guaranteed another video
Verse 21
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Now they heard some of yo songs and
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peeped you from the side
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And watched yo videos and seen
the car you drive
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Chill and we know what to expect,
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Done seen it all before,
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I ain't impressed, my nigga
Verse 22
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But they heard some of our songs
Cm
and peeped us from the side
And came out to the shows
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and seen us on the grind
Chill and this is how we get down,
We don't care who got next,
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this is now, motherfuckers
Verse 23
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On behalf of myself,
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Phonte, Big Pooh and 9thWonder
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And the whole cast of 'The
Minstrel Show'
I wanna thank y'all for watchin' this shit
I ain't gon' front,
only reason I took this job
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'Cause I need the money, I don't need,
yo, I ain't gon' front
Verse 24
I don't give a fuck if UBN pull the plug on me, dawg,
I- I gotta be real
Y'all really wanna know how I feel
about 'The Minstrel Show'?
Y'all really wanna know how I
feel about UBN?
These goddamn crackers
Outro 1
get on my motherfuck
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