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[00:00.00](Superb)
[00:00.24]What y'all niggas talkin' about?
[00:05.88]My flow, right?
[00:07.95]Everytime I did this shit, you niggas got hype yo
[00:12.15]Superb's the next nigga, respect for those before me
[00:15.27]In these last days, I'm bringin rap glory
[00:17.91]In the streets they hear it, some will remember the lyrics
[00:20.91]In my demise, some will remember me in spirit
[00:23.73]And I ain't tryin to die like 'Pac and BIG
[00:26.52]And lose my talent to a cultured thug life
[00:29.49]I'm a man, seein mindstate of balance
[00:31.92]Takes years, fam', like nigga y'all plans
[00:34.71]See, we feel like stars, nigga one like stars
[00:37.89]Nigga stars, nigga y'all, we examples
[00:40.59]Samples of the hood, thugs from the hood
[00:43.08]Young bloods in the hood like, they love the hood
[00:45.69]They love the young niggas, nickel bags and guns
[00:48.72]In the benches, we see it all off the benches
[00:51.75]I learned how to sew seein' niggas stitches
[00:54.24]And the pain, don't even ask who 'bout the pain
[00:57.24]They killed main, I won't maintain
[00:59.76]By the bus stop, two blocks from the dust spots
[01:02.82]Somebody busted shots, they said Sam got got
[01:05.37]Damn, he wildin in the back cab rap
[01:08.19]That eat swine, nigga his arms and hold nines
[01:10.95]That's Far Rock for you, my block for you
[01:13.71]Y'all dumb ass niggas only live in jail cuz ock know you
[01:16.89]When I come home, watch how shots blow you
[01:19.23]Through the upholstery, even through your mom's groceries
[01:22.14]Little Sam died three months later
[01:24.66]He got set up in the elevator, his cape was regulated
[01:27.84]His name faded, he has a son by this nigga he dated
[01:31.05]Shorty waited for two dead case kid
[01:33.42]He'd get them niggas kids if he couldn't get them
[01:36.12]Then one day out of the blue, BAM!
[01:38.61]He heard b*****s like last names and cars rarin
[01:41.55]The Larger Than Life niggas was about to leave here
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[01:52.92](Masta Killa)
[02:15.15]My people stressed out, we seventy dead and starvin
[02:18.18]Son couldn't walk through my yard past curfew
[02:20.94]I rose from an era of terror where it was legal
[02:23.73]to tote guns, get red and bust a nigga head
[02:26.31]And if nigga hole for dead, left nigga hole for dead
[02:28.95]What the **** was his song?
[02:30.33]Never heard of this till niggas started snitchin
[02:32.67]I'm still stitchin mother****ers up
[02:34.71]I deal with high sciences, supreme refinements
[02:37.53]Till any wicked germ is destoryed and burned
[02:40.11]We the Gods without question
[02:41.73]Prove what I'm manifestin, all show ways and actions
[02:44.37]Hopeful that, lick your cannon
[02:46.02]I'm ill when I shoot to peal like Ed O'Bannon
[02:48.57]In my head is a thought, perm ****er, off safety
[02:51.54]Shots fired, follow blood trails to the stairwell
[02:54.45]Faced down, he lay sound, rounds to his crown
[02:56.85]Shorty hip flock was midtown, big fly holdin him down
[03:00.30]With the dead-arm, siren sounds
[03:02.46]Bullets chip brick, precincts followed by the ambulance
[03:05.73]Respond to the bomb threat
[03:07.59]I picked up his MC tray through the masters
[03:10.26]I'm sharper than my carpentry blade
[03:11.97]The culture carven into mountains
[03:14.43]The faces of my eight classmates
[03:16.53]That stomp through the streets of states for Protect Ya Neck tapes
[03:19.59]Wu-Tang T-*************rts and bandanas
[03:21.30]We snatch mics and snuff niggas who jack the rappin
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