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(feat. U-God) [Cappadonna] Yeah, '96 Park Hill style Burial ground sound, in it forever dunn Politic Here we come, right through your eardrum Dunn Cherry-head catch, feel the draft of the ox You catch one, trying to pretend you gonna win Headlock, show the block kid counterattack Dunn of mine stay connect, 4th Disciple trife Ain't nuthin ice cream, kid you get blown like steam Park Hill Projects, the black Idi Amin Ninety-six era, not the crossover lever Chain swinger talk swing, probably wardrobe king So what now? Industry kids'll lock it down Only too loyal, dustin and then they're there for you You wanted to enter 36 in the soil My technique is speak, have you knocked out weak Forever in it, my slang dick goes so deep Thirsty for hip-hop, Staten Isle' niggaz can't stop Runnin wild like a child til we reach the top Stapleton, New Brighton, and West Brighton the harbor Connect, me for vet, Don King and a tech Thug cats'll get done up on black man's sun up Letras de cancionesCap the imperial, bring out new material You hold me down, analyze all cherry-head Wu is in town, catch the hand-off Prepare for my dancehall standoff Mercy when I come blow your mic hand off, sorry I touched him Here they come again through customs Mad ways to dead the wax, one way to bust him [Chorus:] If it's alright with you, it's alright with me We can take this rap game to a higher degree We can do this Spike Lee or how you want it to be Check it, Golden Arms plus new Cappadon' [U-God] These 99 powerful circlin swords Impact from all the heat dug deep and locked on Chip off the bone, hard face and hard fists Chop off your option, have you felt a neck twist Cassette disc and wrist, meltdown your pistol mist Burnt to a crisp, bombaded my pistol grip Tongue gripped the nigga, raw tone the jawbone Leaning tower Pisa sounds off the Mars zone Chef dropped that bomb, the takeout will still linger Twenty crazy christians, to lock in hole and heat up Who the finger rap singer with hip layers of phlegm Caused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friend I ran out emotion, my rap style's devotion I got hosts for you Soviet peoples across the ocean My path releases, volcanic ashes Engage in the page activity is autographics Fraction of my bustin microphones start to lust and Words plays over power practice might bust em The black male persuasion known to hunt you for Satan The Big Apple verbal concert was the occasion The vital snap, now insert my spinal tap I got forty more swipes to pipe, thirty slapped The power from the cram broke the bottom of the pan With Earth Wind & Fire, ice water dead grams American hustler up and comin with a vengeance Makes no magnet charge, plug vivid my extension One lesson motivation for my pistol profestation Slang person nailed now we move on a motation Location, point-blank, on point be the vessel Politic the defecit measure, point the decible We're credible, renaissance, eatin off the barrel Advanced chemo, die hard to my demo [Chorus] From Letras Mania