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(альбом: A Breukelen Story - 2018)

It goes a one, two, three and

Hear the gospel when it's chosen scripture
It's the hitman for hire when he goes and gets ya
Kinda violent when I hold and hit ya
Yo, we can take this in the alley like a bowling picture
You'll get two 'cross your lips like Sanford & Son
These dudes fall for these hoes, won't stand for they sons
These boys young and they lost and in need of directions
When everything falls apart, you don't see the connections
Karma is a bitch and she packing a Glock
And you 'bout to get shot like you back on the block
Yo, I go to war like I'm wearing fatigues
Stevie Wonder in his prime, there's hair in them beads
Not trying to say I'm a musical genius
But understand, what I done, you don't usually see this
This is thirty years of excellence
Cop your tickets, see ya all at the next event

EMC
In the place to be
As it is plain to see
Dig it now
One, two, three
Ace, Strick, Words
EMC

Yo, I know you miss me, yup, I've been gone for a minute
It's 'cause I got a real job, something like a lieutenant
Trying to find me, truth be told, to be perfectly honest
More than likely I'm in the mill with the homie Onyx
Or in the lab with Marco, 'cause him and Ace is cooking
'Bout to eat on this beat in a small place in Brooklyn
The game's mine, your little space is tooken
Shorty a G, of course she with me, that's just in case you looking
Throw on some Timbs, now your life is gully
That's absurd, you still a nerd and your wife is ugly
Your credit bad and rapping is not your forte
I did verses for 4K out in Norway
It's EMC 'til they drop the casket
It's no question, so please don't even stop to ask it
Wordsworth, Masta Ace and me
Wherever we at is the place to be, three

One, two, three
EMC
In the place to be
As it is plain to see
Dig it now
One, two, three
Ace, Strick, Words
EMC

Every bar marvelous, I'm a artist and novelist
Full of danger like a bullet chamber in a revolver is
Came as far up to par, to y'all, a narcicisst
Where the ball party is I'm a star like Bob Marley is
Watch your car, parking it while you shop in in Target
Have your car targeted to blow you up your car starting it
We start arguing, I'll take a blade and then sharpen it
Like Goodfellas, stab you in the trunk on your car carpeting
The other theory, the life of this brother's scary, he
Is blessed like my mother is Mary and God fathered it
My album release date on your forehead I'm carving it
For marketing, found guilty then have the President pardon it
Your arms too short to box with God, get dropped and scarred
And bar-for-bar I'm too smart for y'all to spar with it
Bring it back 'cause you're involved with it, talking solving it
But the bottom of the problem is y'all part of it

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