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[Intro: Killah Priest (Masta Killa)]Let it flow, deh-deh-duh (yeah) it`s on (beh-deh-deh-deh)(Den-e-neh) on... (yo, aiyo)[Chorus: reggae sample]Keep on knowin` what you knowKeep on knowin` what you knowEnd up, up, up, in chains, chains, chains[Masta Killa]Back in `88, son was gettin` a little paperCaught a few stings, rocked the phat rope cablesPushed the white Mercury Sable, known for holdin` heatPharoah garmer marks on his feet, serpents whisperYou can smell the deceit, they greet me like peeps, to blendAnd try to befriend, to get up, underneath the skinMy long wind`ll blow ya head piece degreesMurder One Team, Barcelini Noodle had leanMicrophone fiend, step into the rhythmThis is how I`m servin` them, no need for medic attentionI just murder them, murder them... pussy, I just murder them[Chorus][R.A. the Rugged Man]I`m a dip-dip diverse, socializerI`m a hoof flat top rule, in eighty ninerThey say Rugged, by now, you should of at least blownIt`s funny, I`m mad famous for being unknownI`m just a dirty motherfucker, they hate my gutsAll I talk about is bitches, and bustin` nutsYeah, I got a foul mouth, yeah, I cuss too muchI`m just so Ricky Ricardo, ri-di-cu-lousAnd I ain`t got no fly whip, I still ride the busI got Mitch Blood Green on the scene with usHospitable, hitable, cooler, than Jacob who criminalMiracle, lyrical, take every syllable literalLittle riddle, profitable, visible, iritibalLittle brittle, pitiful, for so through little, you tickle, you typicalYeah, I talk shit, I`m cocky with itIt`s hard for you to admit it, but I`m one of the best in it[Chorus][Killah Priest]My mind is haunted, filled with the extension of slaves that`s tormentSlow down my steps, one foot from the grave to con itOur young black males, they lick pon gateSon of the morning, roasted souls, tell Minister "come pray"It`s gun trade inside of smokey apartmentsFlow process, one nine, two tech, four revolversCoke overballing kettels, it`s like we struck oil in the ghetto`sWe supply it to addict`s, the devil workHe practice, he`s like a search backwardsTil they throw that dirt in our casket, and that`s itI live where the fiends are nothin`, just a scene of the projects, similar toOsama`sAn old man, at the top of the stairs, he just stareCuz his mind ain`t there, victim of the warPolar signs, the times is nearHe drop the jewels, til you buy him a beerHe said he was a linebacker for the BearsSaid he did it all back, while he`s dryin` his tearYeah, it`s that real shit, that made meThat music from the `80`s, the child`s of the `70`sI live long til they bury me...

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