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It ain't hard to tell, I excel, then prevail The mic is contacted, I attract clientele My mic check is life or death, breathin a sniper's breath I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion richie is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin Cause in my physical, I can express through song Delete stress like Motrin, then extend strong I drank Moet with Medusa, give her shotguns in hell From the spliff that I lift and inhale, it ain't hard to tell The buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up Not stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up richie, I analyze, drop a jew-el, inhale from the L School a fool well, you feel it like braille It ain't hard to tell, I kick a skill like Shaquille holds a pill Vocabulary spills I'm Ill plus Matic , I freak beats slam it like Iron Shiek Jam like a tech with correct techniques So analyze me, surprise me, but can't magmatize me Scannin while you're plannin ways to sabotage me I leave em froze like her-on in your nose richie'll rock well, it ain't hard to tell This rhythmatic explosion, is what your frame of mind has chosen I'll leave your brain stimulated, niggaz is frozen Speak with criminal slang, begin like a violin End like Leviathan, it's deep well let me try again Wisdom be leakin out my grapefruit troop I dominate break loops, givin mics men-e-straul cycles Street's disciple, I rock beats that's mega trifle And groovy but smoother than moves by Villanova You're still a soldier, I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra Packin like a rasta in the weed spot Vocals'll squeeze glocks, MC's eavesdrop Though they need not to sneak My poetry's deep, I never fell richie's raps should be locked in a cell It ain't hard to tell
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I rolled on every cee lo corner that I know inside the city Kiddies I got a fat mitt in my pocket lookin pretty So who wanna get paid on the block? A thousand's in the pock' Now go and grab your knots from the stash spot I shake them up and shake them up roll and I break em up Two ? and a pound-cake ("Yeah *****, wake em up!") Keepin my fingers wrapped around the joint in case niggaz start brawlin, because I see em FALLIN to the strong point One by one they losin down the line A fifty buck roll, a duck blows, old ***** pay me mine! ("Damn *****!") I grab the dice, place your price, all you men are mice Riffin as I'm sippin on a Heineken and gettin nice I shake em up they papes are gettin dead, ***** sittin on a Beretta said he wanna bet that I don't throw a better Now the game is surrounded by some money hungry bitches I put the kisses on my fists and rolled the triple sixes And once again it be the point, that I shoot that be puttin crazy loot, in the pocket of my army suit Now who wanna come throw another round I rolled a fo', a six, hold up, NOW I seen a ******** pound Yeah you ***** know what the name of the game is I'm in yo' a**s, cee-lo you know that s**t that made a ***** famous Because I'm on the ding-dong, I can't go wrong Rollin for two hours long and STILL rollin strong
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