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I see everybody rockin' the same old style
And everyone's sportin' the same profile
And all of y'all wearin' the same name brands
I hear everybody jackin' these played out jams
I won't reach for no gun, punk, I use my hands
I rock mikes and roll bikes, I cross foreign
lands
I made my bones out in zones where the twilight
be
And every time I touch a mike it's Fright Night
Part Three
For every emcee that wanna test and try
In your custom made wears thinkin' you too fly
Make it up in gold chains what you're lackin' for
brains
It's time to call your ma, duke, scoop up your
remains
And finally lay to rest all the shit you
stressed
Of boastin' and braggin' about the toes you
taggin'
I'm knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
While every rapper that's simmed is pimped like a
whore
You see your talk is eighteen, three quarters
past four
When your doctor slaps my ass, hear the lion
roar
The record sales soared and the world got toured
You say what happened to my band, I say I just
got bored
Now they call me Whitey Ford, and I say praise
the Lord
Find me breakin' up your crews, catch me singin'
the blues
Strummin' and pickin' like I'm BB King
It's Abdul Rakim, now watch me do my thing
Down, down, you go
Down, down, so low
Down, down, till you hit the floor
Keep fallin' down, till you can't get down no
more
You go point blank range with the scope he's
knockin'
The Psycho might change but there ain't no
stoppin'
The moon's on the rise when the sun start
droppin'
And y'all need to quit the bullshit that you be
poppin'
'Cause I've been hip hoppin' since BDP
it's Abdul Rakim
And when referring to me you must respect the
name
Make a quick double take and double check your
game
'Cause you about to get dissed, I'm checkin' my
list
When I check it over twice it's like rollin' the
dice
I hit four, five, six, I'm all up in your mix
I rock good from Hollywood to the city of bricks
And all these fake cats scream they're keepin' it
real
While you're makin' your deal we'll be breakin'
the seal
You be breakin' your vows like people worshippin'
cows
And then I hit ya with the who's, what's, where's
and how's
Like Vinny Barbarino, Matt Pachino
I'm with my man Rino with the Brooklyn Lordz
Crashin' the boards with my soul in a hole
I take it back to the future from the days of
old
I'm too cold to hold, too hot not to burn ya
Don't stick your nose in business that don't
concern ya
Might have to trip and flip like Ive Turner
You too old for schoolin', boy, when I'm gonna
learn ya
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