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    I was born, with the mic in my hand
    Then I took it from Medina, to the S.I. land
    I pulled up on the block, go out the truck, tt was the first of pit stops
    The era of the spinnin' tops, the birth of hip hop
    That was somethin', I had identified with
    So I, made it my point to exploit this fly gift then
    Myself and RZA, made trips to the B.X.
    A mass of ferocious M.C.'s and talent T-Rex
    Giants in every ways, rap flows for every day
    We knew we would get a reward for the price we'll pay
    The basic training was beyond entertainment

    Just the caters of the verbal expressions, self explainin'
    Were my boots out in constant walks across the borough
    Tore the troops out the frame when they challenge the most thorough
    From well concealed firing positions we let off the most
    Dangerous with that, slang that just shatter the coast
    They say I rhyme like the bank that stop
    Cause M.C.'s be more shook then the dice that drop
    Especially if I'm rollin', then the point is definitely proven
    Cause with the GZA holdin', that keep a nigga movin'
    I walk Broadway, from Quincy to Myrtle
    Back to Quincy, cut careers whatever the expense be
    They heard the Legend, run to the reverend
    With headaches and blackouts, worse then severe seven

    [Chorus: GZA]
    And when my job is done
    And it's time to get those that's comin' up some runs
    So you can see where they from, from, from...

    They say the product is good
    We gonna sling it from the slums of the hills of the hood
    'Til it's understood

    We still search through the crates of songs that just breaks
    At times we play legendary battles on tapes
    Unlikely confrontation with a clash of swords
    In a G that was stored, be rain that just poured
    On cats and dogs, water that, flooded the stance
    The violence and nature had trigged the violence of man
    That was bloodshed, from which said, audible threats
    Publicize regrets, wanted alive or dead
    A hand full recovered from the dramatic plunge
    While the rest kept babblin' and speakin' in tongues
    Since the competition already slaked them in a scrimmage
    He continued tarnish that, already faded image
    Any sport, when they come short, majors don't need 'em

    Then they broke, lose they homes, lively hood and freedom
    The rhyme could be a blunt object that make you choke
    Like too many tokes, that'll recharge in growth
    This Witty Unpredictable Talent All Natural Game
    With non added of slang, it's all actual fact
    The high roller knock the chip off the shoulder
    Strike like the perfect bowler, with catastrophic damage
    My other's hard to vanish, punishment, swift to sudden
    Unparalleled advantage, brought to a level where you froze and can't speak
    Trapped in the frigid temperatures of that peak

    This song was submitted on November 17th, 2004 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Gary E. Grice, Julian I. Jr. Garfield.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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