So lend it here and let go your fear
 And give a green light to the man on the mic
 And keep this beat cause it's just my type
 And I'll ride the rhythm like a black cowboy
 And I'ma get busy for y'all to enjoy
 Whether dancefloor jeep or the comfort of your home
 I'm kickin somethin out your back that rhymes with comb
 Flippin the script  because I used to be with Stet
 But when shit got heck, had to step and keep the rep
 Pack a forty ounce brew, leave it out it gets flat
 So I'm comin freely in ninety-three with the fact
 Okedoke supportin, a shoutout to the Hortons
 and Burrells for supportin all the wars that we fought in
 And now it's time for me to sorta claim my fame so
 Please don't ask the question how low can you go
 And as for traditional rappers and MC's
 The Godfather sings please please please
 to your parents, so I'ma sing a song to you
 You're either friend or foe, so whatcha gonna do
 Cause I'm
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 In ninety-three I'm (flowin in file with a new style)
 Give it to me I'm (flowin in file with a new style)
 A special shout goes out to East New York
 Brownsville, Bed-Stuy, Crown Heights, Redhook, Ft. Greene
 Styles upon styles, but I don't think so
 Cause people only rock one style at a time
 If you with it, as long as the Daddy has been
 You learn that people gotta p-ay for the rhyme
 They called the one eighty seven on a undercover cop
 But the vest was bulletproof, so the cop didn't drop
 My brother Ice-T couldn't take it no more
 So he got with Sister Souljah and they bumrushed the store
 Cube was inside yellin dirty Korean
 Turned around looked for Yo but the cops didn't see her
 Cause she eased to the back after checkin around
 To get with Chuck Norm and Flav to Shut Em Down
 News caught on, but Don't Believe the Hype
 Only fools would believe that Rakim is on the pipe
 Cause he stomped to the 90's singin songs of Tennessee
 And Luke's sippin daquiris in Miami
 And we're rollin, couldn't keep a good rap down
 And if it hurts ya, we don't wanna nurture
 that of which you fear, so I'ma leave it up to you
 Is it a new Daddy-O, or Daddy-O gettin new
 I know you thought that if I kept back
 I would stick to producin so the wack will get fat
 But no way, no how, and no cigar
 So do I call out your name or do you know who you are
 Cause I'm
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 In ninety-three I'm (flowin in file with a new style)
 Bustin em up I'm (flowin in file with a new style)
 Now break it down for me
 Oh Daddy oh Daddy where have you been
 Well I built a studio in Brooklyn
 And as far as rappin, no I didn't give up hope
 And yo Erick and Parrish Das EFX is dope
 And to Muggsy, comin out of 7A3
 Props on Cypress Hill and the House of P
 And though I never met him, and Flint is not my home
 Shout out goes to the brother with the Breedy on the chrome
 And yes I get with this, so Black Sheep is a fave
 And to X-Clan thank you for the road that you paved
 To the Abstract, Phifer, and the True Fu-Schnick
 And a LONG shout out, goes out to Slick Rick
 I still love ya Biz, but clear ya samples bro
 And to Big Treach and Naughty, keep talkin bout the ghetto
 To CL and Pete makin beats for the streets
 And to Main Source, makin fakes pay the cost
 To Premier and Guru, and every other crew
 catches wreck, as Showbiz and A.G.'ll say to you
 Give it all you got, and take it from your coach
 Enemies I'm crushin like a roach, cause I'm
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 In ninety-three I'm (flowin in file with a new style)
 For your mom I'm (flowinin file with a new style)
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