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Ayo, I ain't never spit a rhyme that I ain't feel from the heart
And I never dropped an album that ain't climb the charts
Straight from start, spit it rugged with the tight precision
I'm like Jimmy Neutron, see the world through X-ray vision
Play PMD? Don't even try
A lot of cats is dead and don't even
Know it like Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky
I'm Big Max supersized
A lot of you cats is small fries, fix your grill, don't look surprised
P stay in the basement like a headbanger
Back in the ring, givin' all you faggot niggas the middle finger
So who's hollerin' my name, speakin' in foul tongue?
Knowin' at will, I got the power to move my people like Malcolm
You better save your souls or stay stuck frozen in time
Basic instructions, before leavin' Earth, I got mine
With Smith on the back of my jersey, goin' baseline
In the two-minute O, with no TOs and ninety-nine yards to go
It's nothin', shotgun, air-assault, no puntin'
It's possible, I seen it with Elway and Joe Montana
Catch me rockin' a black bandana
Fisherman hat, Timbs with chrome hammer
Whether I'm up in NY or down in 'Bama
Wack MC slammer, respect the sensei, nigga, where your manners?
I dance to my own drum and beat, strictly biz, came up in the street
P can handle the heat just in case the shit get sweet or hot
Rocked every hip-hop spot from the Latin Quarters to the rooftop
I got Group Five, plus Apollo and Beacon
Always left heads leakin', tires screechin'
I live underground in the rap zone with a
(Love Jones, Love Jones)
Lounge homeboy, you in the danger zone
"The employer's over here, yeah"
Yeah, I'm back to work
"I took time off"
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A lot of niggas know my name, I been in the game
Gassed the twelve-inch, I spit nothin' but octane
Strike a match to that, you leave in flames
Bad weather or storm, the fact remains
I'll umbrella your whole shit like acid rain
I remember the day them corny-ass bastards came
No-style niggas with plastic names
I fuck up the picture, negative and frame
It'll all be over, trust me, it'll never be the same
If shit don't change, I'll even cuffs and chains
You screamin' you runnin' the streets, but the streets can't be tamed
You got it fucked up, K-Solo's no game
Trust me, money, sharpshooters don't miss when they aim
When shit gets thick, we gon' bust them things, crush them lames
"The employer's over here, yeah"
Yeah, I'm back to work
"I took time off"
You got to chill with PMD
And dogs, you know it's real when you fuckin' with me
It's the Bronx' finest, Don Hanus
King of the throne, ghetto Grammys, we bringin' it home
This is real hip-hop at its rarest form
And nigga, you get shot tryna test the Don
Got Bronx blocks locked for ages
Most my niggas is either returned or locked in cages
And none of y'all niggas be seein' me
Fuck MACs, we got flame blowers like Eazy-E
So get down, get down
Come off them jewels, empty them pockets like you always do
Catch me on the cover of Vibe in my b-boy stance
I must alive, seen the beat go in
And I won't stop 'til your whole set in the dirt, yeah, yeah
Motherfuckers, man, we back at work
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"The employer's over here, yeah"
Yeah, I'm back to work
"I took time off"
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