(feat. Mr. Khaliyl)



[Chorus x8]

Bringing back that old New York rap



[Oracle]

When I show you how make it hot, little chickens flock

Butt naked buttocks make niggas act unorthodox

Not trying to get in please, half of ya'll got some sort of disease

Got and STD before your GED

Shaking, what your momma gave you back breaking

In one week got more strokes on your ass than cash them players be making

Smells like bacon in the room when you finished

Toxins in the air Mrs. laboratory chemist

Mixing poisons in your loins and

Letting boys in like they toys you bent over

Pick up my words like 4 leaf clovers

X-files false under your Skully like agent Mulder

Tarik Holder name written in government folders

Golden mind swollen multi-dimensional zoning

On a cosmic level boning making stars for the zodiac

At 10 years old known in my hood as a brainiac



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[Mr. Khaliyl]

I jam like traffic so watch me rock your whole intersection

And have your crew running in 4 different directions

At 90 degrees angles that connect at no point

Til the missino is completed every sipher I anoint

With my whip appeal as I whoop your crew single handed

living proof that the universe expanded when I landed

On every continent island and water body existing

On any planet in any galaxy I enlist in

When I decide too be born into a form that is tangible

Only because I made it firm enough to handle you

Other than you be looking up in the sky waiting for mysteries

While I'm steady creating history

Picture me rolling like ome of these cats I'm aware of

Without certain bodily parts men have a pair of

Never happen, whether we rappin or we scrappin

My only duty to awake you rudely if you napping cause we



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[Kimani]

We bring it back to back like Siamese

that's attached to the back of the knees

Most labels lacking the fee

To back a nigga like me one of the livest Mc's

Out of the NY, capital K see when I

Drop the semi-automatical, lyrically dramatical

Grammatically written to leave a niggas head splittin

Splittin rhymes to slice minds like enzymes in centrifuges

Busting mines then lay back like the luge

We upped the ante, bounced from the penthouse to shanty's

And now second coming got believers quickly running for the

Wax racks to pack stacks of black facts on fat tracks

On black wax in knapsacks

In back Ac's dipping with the volumen on 10

Down the Ave with my joint on your blend

See ya'll need to comprehend every time this brother pick up his pen

And thought you emerge many niggas get served now that's word 

we got you



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