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i brought that genuine shit in ’96
before you knew the underground or independent existed
i watched the whole scene straight jump on the dick
after stepping to kcr lit and flexing my shit
no gun talk, no gimmicks, just rounds of raw+dogging
dirty dusty intelligent wit and word murdering
a hardcore poetic informed without burglary
potent and shook the shit out of rappers who just learned of me
every time i prescribe a new pill, revolution
quickly defined the standard for indiе rap distribution
arrogant unafraid shit developed riding a train thinking of brain fucks
“bad touch examplе” that soon became bucks
had everybody sprung wondering where i came from
screaming out “independent as fuck” with an insane tongue
with an indelible squad of design monsters
innovating the styles that made biters look like imposters
so we scripted an album and signed to rawkus
selling a hundred thousand without a radio chart hit
preposterous sonics taking the world hostage
classic hip+hop bombage dirty with style progress
now i’ve come from the ’80s juvenile brooklyn
where cats was like: “gimme that subway pass, kid. good lookin'”
now someone else is taking a ride with what’s mine
so i had to develop styles with a death device cooked in
so when i battled in basements i had eight sentences
waiting way before the four you had laced in
and i was taught to be patient (why?)
only faggots switch they shit up just to get famous
so when i finally blew up i remained sick
earning respect in ghettos and ‘burbs for word placement
back when the independent scene remained faceless
we were the only crew who promised your ass we’d take it
mold it, shape it, living outside the matrix
hold it, make it, more than miniature major labels
hold it sacred, living it for the culture
told ya plainly, protected it from the vultures
that’s why i always get respect from true soldiers
while half of the critics claim it every year: “hip hop’s over”
fuck you, hip hop just started
it’s funny how the most nostalgic cats are the ones who were never part of it
but true veterans’ll give dap to those who started it
then humbly move the fuck on and come with that new retarded shit
new slang, new thought, new sound
who’s heart you thought you had?
you clown, you don’t, you drown
i won’t dumb it down, i’m dumbing now for these rounds
i’m a live motherfucker plus i’m gunning for clowns
you’re a mime motherfucker, don’t be coming for pounds
so you can break out of that invisible box, you’re not down
my favorite ones are the ones who started that young rap about
comic books, spaceships, and obi+quan one
and even though they were soft they had fun
but they couldn’t break out the frame of the town they came from
some of these faggots used to send me their demos
i’m keeping their puppy styles in the company flow kennels
but since they had no identity from the start
they started to resent the scene when they couldn’t become a part
they’ve been failing for years and call themselves vets, that’s bold
motherfucker, you’re not a vet you’re just old
i’ll slap the shit out of you to continue my nerd rap
making this money fist over fist, fuck what you heard
jukie cats talk about boom bap and golden ages
patting themselves on the back for making that new outdated shit
but i’ve been putting out vinyl since ’93 and never looked back once
and y’all trying to chase me
you don’t innovate because you can’t innovate
it’s not a choice despite what you might tell your boys
keep your identity crisis under the table
i always knew who i was and i’ll always be more famous
that’s what i’m sayin’, aes
that’s the one right there
it’s funny watching [?] blow up, you know i’m fuckin’ [?]
where’s my boys? you [?] now
[?] fingers, kicking their feet, kicking the dirt, look at [?] around
i hate my face
the funny part about it is cats are doing exactly what they wanna do
tell ’em, and i’m right here
we right here, where you at?
we don’t change our music for anybody
and we’re still punching up your shit

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for the best in the vendor biz
1+800+lazerface
leave the last “c.e.” off for craps and buy them haterade
dig it, daddy dug his own tunnel under the gutters where the numbers bleed
hunters froze up and exposed rapunzel weeds
tugboat, tug up through that brutal dirt first
the feudals fuming oodles, it was right under your poodle skirt
welcome to bazooka works, halogen halo eyesore
the revolution will not be apologized for
warbucks exlex megaphone on the fashion piggy pageant
while my dick’s raw+dogging a style magnet
fraggle rock your four figure watch
i clock ninety+nine cent wristbands
and still know the time when you record flops
now this is on a sick with it factor
exhibit a. e. s., genesis of the klepto reactor
wanna burgle the buzz over definitive cash
after a life of labor camps starts paying innovators back
baby, you ain’t felt the collective? (cool)
stop running bases with little bears under the wing of punch+drunk buttermakers
that engine sputters while the hound dogs wire cutter mechanical rabbit
bantam weight puppies ain’t rabid enough to snatch him
pockmark ninety moses approach with a golden focal point
come soak in it, résumé sturdy composer soldier bliss
wrong name by a molar can often expose your phobias
watch a cobra grow hands to hold his own tongue when he notices
all city legity critter, bark with me
all filthy documents, cats piss on their kitty litter moccasins
welcome to mi casa, monsters inc, dropping bangers out the rocket ships
your own private apocalypse
honor it, for fuck’s sake
original wild fly
you wanna read the nile? i twitch easy reader
father it
i will, dog
original
wide open with banged out cutlery from a slang mouth teacher
and money is an ugly god we all fall for
i got land mammal, cannibal, natural evolving squackbox
that means when i wake up and decide to comprise the new shit
it’s not some watered down version of what my favorite crews did
puff the magic komodo bitch
rappers stuffed kimonos and shark fame at a perfect working unit
look, i’m done
b+boy, feed that to the needy
shut your liquor hole, fuck you in 3d
easy

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