Immaculate, don’t try 2 capture it, Elusiveness, the truth is this, I’m just a ruthless bitch, Might wanna plead the fifth, while I drank a fifth, stay getting bent, But you knew the risk, before you even stepped to the kid, with that foolishness, You must be new to this, I stay true to this, Hot as shit, grab the oven mitts, if you gonna grip the mic, Notorious, Keep it juicy just like Mike and Ike’s, a little twist, with some lemon limes, I ain’t talking Sprite, give it all you got, with all your might, I still don’t get the hype, don’t believe the hype, Public Enemy number one, like Chuck D and Flavor Flav in 89, D-I-T-C, diggin’ in the crates, yeah, that Showbiz and A-G verbal spray, Life’s a Bitch, and then ya Die, we The Firm, bay-bee, like Foxxy, Nas and A-Z, Bay-bee, I got ya money, so protect ya neck like ODB, Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay your ass down the street, To a brand new beat, while I keep beating to the sound of my own damn drum, The weapon of choice is not a gun, I’m The chosen one, Give me a beat machine, and it’s a hit and run. [Hook] I beat to the sound of my own damn drum Never been the type just to follow someone Give me one beat and I’m already gone Hit and run, then I’m moving on Analog appetite, static in the speaker cabinets, Back when the track had a crackle attached to the shit, Actual facts in it, not just a character analysis, Now I’m dissecting the beat like a professional anatomist, No algorithm telling me what the answer is, Hands on the sampler, chopping up passages, Lots of memories, in the dungeon with my MPC, Bassline heavy like chains dragging through the galleries, Illmatic mentality, Ready to Die envious, Midnight Marauders still somewhere deep inside’a me, Enter these 36, chambers of imagery, Only Built 4 Cuban Linx, purple tape, big dick energy, Moment of Truth when the needle gets dropped, Gang Starr in the headphones, Premier with the chops, Big L with the punchlines, breathing harder than big Pun, Like Rakim getting paid in full before the deadline comes, Mobb Deep droppin’ gems on ‘em when the temperature dropped, Black Moon buckshot shorty when the tensions up on tha block, Brought up where the liner notes mattered just as much, As the voice on the record and the needle it touched, So when I step to the mic, every vision is mine, Old soul, old blood, still ahead of my time.
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