[Produced by Jay Electronica]
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[Verse]
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Ayo, Queens get the money, niggas still screaming, paper-chasing
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Where presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations
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Over steak with Masons
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Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters
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They daddies faceless
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Play this, by your stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
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Ill be his daddy if theres nobody there to love it
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Tell him his name Nasir, tell him how he got here
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Mama was just having fun with someone above her years
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Niggas is still hating
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Talking that Nas done fell off with rhyming
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Hed rather floss with diamonds
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They pray “Please God, let him spit that ‘Uzi in the army lining
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That ‘shorty doo-wop rolling oo-wops in the park reclining'”
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Take 27 emcees, put em in a line and theyre out of alignment
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My assignment since he said retirement
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Hiding behind 8 Mile and The Chronic
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Gets rich but dies rhyming
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This is high science
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Now add 23 more from Queens to B-more
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Im over their heads like a bulimic on a seesaw
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Now thats 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same time
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Nasty Nasdaq, yall gon bow holmes, this Dow Jones
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.80 cal chrome, needed time alone to zone
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The mack left his iPhone and his nine at home
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My queen used her milkshake to bring yall to my slaughterhouses
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I do this for the group home kids in boarding houses
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This that “nigga” shit thats on the album
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For them niggas inside the chalk line in 40 houses
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Bring back Arsenio
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Hip-hop was aborted so Nas breathes life, back into the embryo
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Let us make man in our image, spit it
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Im Huey P in Louis V
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At the eulogy throwing Molotovs for Emmett
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And you aint as hot as I is
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All of these false prophets is not messiahs
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You dont know how high the sky is
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The square mileage of Earth or what pi is
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Im the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire
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The same hand that punched down devils
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That brought down the Towers
