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[Verse One]

I catch the pound on the upswing, what's your rush nothing

Just Peril's at my stair while all his folks are down in Flushing

Discussin later functions and more I cruise to State store

Cause Lewis wants his brew plus nuff change from 'fore

When Lewis choose the club, and Avery paid at the door

Eight today, course I don't stay for much longer

My lips are pullin on a wood tip cause I couldn't get the slip

for nuttin stronger; helpful sleep when nod's around the corner

Later on, in the afternoon I rise to rap tunes

Way past two turn the dial to BET or Trial TV

If it's hot I'll just watch it in my boxers

Wash myself when my mom yells dress, and just breakfast

Guess it's time to bum with the triumvirate

Love that shit, crushin minutes with my cipher kids

Got Chops in at custom rates cause he gates the place a ten

When I slimmed back then, I rate no more than eight

Catch free flicks at the State on Sunday

Used to stick the honey at the ticket gate, that's one way to fund play

I may not have a budget, but fuck it cousin

One thing you can't begrudge a kid is his dumb shit



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[Verse Two]

The day begins at noon; I'm blessed get dressed and groom

In tune with Chops and Styles, thoughts expressed to consume

Just as soon as we find grub don't mind the pub I'm straight see

Race me with a jim hat in the pocket, in case I meet

someone special no less yo protection's essential

I'm sayin in this day and age the raw deal's potential

to kill yourself, but still in Illadelph stick

I roam the edge in Regence, pledgin allegiance to the clique

My home team, I loan cream to my little cousin gettin sick

Hit the store, let me pick, up the new Jet Li flick

Mr. Legend it's already six-eleven on the time piece

A nickel and two dimes reach the phone, then I find my peeps

Write rhymes for at least an hour, and a half

Take a shower, then my task, turn on the radio and blast

USL, cause DJ Ran rip shit spinnin the newest LP's and remixes

while I'm buggin with my crew as well



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[Verse Three]

Stretch awaken to take in the A.M.

I slept in late again; where's my crew at?

I gots the brand new fat rhythm tracks to give 'em

It's dumb hype that's right I did 'em last night

Along with that ill joint 'til dawn

and so that's how I'm still yawnin about now

Half past ten I spent time practicin scratches

Rewind it back, tryin to catch it 'til it actually matches

with mine, masterin rhymes and after that

I'm passin with fine women I know this dime on the telephone line

Can't find grub at home, decide to flight on down to Chinatown

Motivatin to Ray Street, locatin a place to eat

Plates is taped to the cheek (yum)

Savin the papers for DJ tapes to peep, down by the gallery

Spendin my entire salary findin vinyl that's high in calories

Call the residency, they've been watchin the Jet Li flicks

and didn't even bother to get me; now I'm definitely vexed

How bout gettin rid of these blues

cruisin the city for loose biddies askin to cruise

Who's with me?



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