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You must remember me You must remember me Let's go, ayy, now you know, now you know You must remember me Now you know, and if you don't know, now you know You must remember me Now you know, now you know, now you know, ayy You must remember me Now you know, and if you don't know, now you know You must remember me I just copped an MPC60 from Japan As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by the gram If I don't know you, then you know I'm dappin' you up with the left hand Don't nothin' come close to samplin' ill shit Not even self-medication, no matter how good the sip Not the best weed or the things monеy can buy When I fire up the program, feel likе I can fly Smokin' dope, listenin' to endless samples on vinyl My flow primal, it ain't mixed, it ain't the final, but it's still ill And it still will destroy you decoys We do this shit in real life, y'all a bunch of motherfuckin' e-boys We do this shit for MCs, the DJs, the B-Boys that destroy the track Spent most of my days just tryna avoid the wack Put it on wax, relax, count stacks, get racks, spit facts Letras de cancionesPop the VHS in, we ain't restin', I'm a beast The best in the east, capiche? Food for thought, this is the feast Let it flow, let it go, you ain't know, now you know You ain't know, now you know, you ain't know, now you— Flow, let it go, g—, g—, g—, g—, go You ain't know—, know—, know, now you know Know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, you ain't know Know—, know—, now you know Know—, like—, now—, now you know Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, You ain't know, you ain't know Know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know Ayy, y'all old news (What?), I'm the fresh prince (Yeah) Beast mode on the mic' is how I X men (Oh) It's cocaine, when I write from the king pen (Yeah) And this syrup, your bro gon' lean in To listen to me, I make 'em uncomfortable My family was the opposite of the Huxtables I learned how to fuck from a babysitter It's sick, but I admire the man in the mirror, oh This rap, 1-0-1, learn from it (Woo) I act up, twelve steps, I vinyl chub it And you can't stop the big fish if you gut it But tryna stop me, you and your boys better cut it (Hahaha) Ayy, I'm on fire, nigga, F-U You better protect your neck, with the vest too And when Logic and Redman on the show It's problems, bro, you ain't know, now you know Let it flow, let it go, g—, g—, g—, g—, go You ain't know—, know—, know, now you know Know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, you ain't know Know—, know—, now you know Know—, like—, now—, now you know Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, You ain't know, you ain't know Know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know And today is the only day And now is the only time We have (We have) We have (We have) We have (We have) We have (We have) You ain't know—, know—, know, now you know Know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, you ain't know Know—, know—, now you know Know—, like—, now—, now you know Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, Y—, You ain't know, you ain't know Know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know—, know Damn, this kid was big as fuck Haha, yeah, so were you Ayy, Charles Halls, right there Ayo, ayo, 6ix Ayy, what up Ayy, bro, hop in, hop in, man What's good? What up Ayy, what up, 6ix? What's up, my heavy Indian nigga? Oh, man, fuck you, Castro, what's up, dawg? What's good, Lenny, Logic? D.C., here we come I got some jam and an ounce, where the bitches at? Nah, where the beats at Man, in my computer at my dorm room, like, shit, boy Ayy, let me roll the blunt though Ayy, don't fuck that shit up, you can't roll for shit Oh, shit, it's BossPlayer Ayy, Boss, what's good, man? (Yo, I'm at Bohemian Caverns doin' sound check) (I just wanna make sure they have the right setlist for tonight) Bet, read it off, what you got? (All I Do, Mind of Logic, Bangin', Are You Ready, Stewie Griffin, Young Sinatra I and II, Back and Forth, Just Another Day, Stain in the Game, and Nothing But a Hero) Yeah, sounds perfect (Okay, bet, how far are y'all?) Uh, we're still in Maryland But we should be in D.C. in like forty-five minutes (Okay, perfect, see you then) See you soon, my beautiful black-ass African nigga (Ayy, fuck you, Castro) I'm just fuckin' with you (Alright, yeah, whatever, man) (Y'all drive safe, okay?) Alright, peace out, bro From Letras Mania