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Ayo, Apollo what up? Got some king shit in this motherfucker Just make your head nod back and forth right now Yeah Everyday I light something, write something You can feel the fire in my palms A Hadouken, Nuke Dukem kill I douse the track that could gel us And blew up like the restaurant scene on Goodfella's We the keys to the city, so when the door closes On Malcolm or Moses, don't stick up your noses Unless you stop to inhale, standing before roses That grew out the concrete jungle what turf war shows us It birth more soldiers than global domination Rather slip that in my vocals than in mobile conversations 'Cause they tap phones, snap bones and put you on trial and shit I'd rather see you eating scallops with the Halibut A high-class cuisine, or posting in a Benz truck Pumping gasoline, money clips filled with cash between Leave it to me to keep our city in the top spot From the heart, [?] to Penobscot Our time is on the stopwatch Baby it's you (baby it's you) Baby it's true (baby it's true) Letras de cancionesI do love you, but I just can't stay (stay) Maybe one day (maybe one day) I'll come to stay (I'll come to stay) I'll come to stay, to stay (woah, ooh) Vivid dreams of that loft off the lake, often escapes But always finds it's way back to me like boomerangs Inviting my pen to move and write some new [?] slang I'm here for great things plus I'm cool as AC on a humid day Mellow state, it seems I only elevate When I leave the rap game in yellow tape then go and meditate Words from a precious place, up in heavy weight Forced to fly and find peace on this endless grind Ginger-fy, Motor City kind of peaks my interest I relate to those who've been around and those who see it different Bottom line: I just wanna see my niggas winning Dripping in suits and fly dresses, toasts to new beginnings We keep it classy like us black kings know Harry Bellafonte whole and that King Cole As far as this rap thing go, I got a killer instinct And that explains how I attack these flows My niggas know Baby it's you (baby it's you) Baby it's true (baby it's true) I do love you, but I just can't stay (stay) Maybe one day (maybe one day) I'll come to stay (I'll come to stay) I'll come to stay, to stay (woah, ooh) Yeah Product of my environment, out the Lion's den I would string you along, word to the violins, I'm violent I whip through your city like Leviathan, a fire man I see a difference in between your eyes and grin Usually I'm off the top, I'm just trying to avoid the pen They investigate me on the web, they to try to spite a man A bud told me to do it, never try to win You living sin, you dying that Ain't no sense in trying black, try again I in fact like looking at the truth Exude a certain sense of excellence No negligence with juice if you denying at me Writing raps for any purpose, but To make people feeling worthless Not just focus on the surface, that's a route within "You lying sack of shit", that's what I'll call you deuces flying back I am that star, I can inspire your hand, write your raps Supplying crack, you niggas must've looked up to IMx And beat 2K, if I am vexed to beat 2Ks outside your door like 32K Baby it's you (baby it's you) Baby it's true (baby it's true) I do love you, but I just can't stay (stay) Maybe one day (maybe one day) I'll come to stay (I'll come to stay) I'll come to stay, to stay (woah, ooh) From Letras Mania