Renaissance
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One two, one two
Yo, you can hear me? One two, turn me up
I been a threat since Benetton, Gazelles and Bally's
The icon, the graffiti in the Brooklyn alley
Touch hearts of the Pharaohs in the Egypt Valley
My engineer can't see me 'cause the booth is cloudy
Still rowdy even though we in BM's and Audi's
Looking like black Saudis in black Denalis
I'm a terrorist attack when I get on the track
If I'm riding shotgun, I need one in my lap
I adapt to any habitat, a BK desert rat
It's war, then we sending back bodies and gats
Put up the white flag, homie, it get worse in Iraq
We know the CIA game was to frame us with crack
So these bars more dope, heroin in my pen
Got 'em mobbing, back robbing, head nodding again
Who you shit on to get on top could make it pop in the end
Who's a flop and what's hot, got you locked in a gym
Tell Jacob I spit jewels, I could drop him a gem
And if he looking for a diamond, I could hook him with Tim
I'm hip hop before Sugar Hill signed a deal
Before Studio 54 popping pills
It was real when Kool Herc worked the wheels of steel
Now we bring the game back into this New York feel
I'm hip hop before Sugar Hill signed a deal
Before Studio 54 popping pills
I'm hip hop since EPMD, you gots to chill
I'm hip hop since Beastie Boys, Licensed to Ill
I'm Christopher Wallace with street knowledge, apostle of the projects
Speaker boxes with G-packs stuffed in a G's closet
I'm tenement buildings, cement streets
I'm British Walkers, I'm scuff marks on your brand new Ellesse
Five Percent Nation, the God bodies greeting with peace
I'm raw like Kane, my lyrics are formed of solid rock
Spit it, hotter than '86 on drug infested blocks
Last photo of Pac before his Bimmer got shot
I'm the Queens, one man supreme team, triple beam dream
Microphone cream fiend, top five, dead or alive
I'm so amazing, two five, Cosa Nostra
Heart of this culture, the game ain't over
I'm the Two Screw, War Report, Illegal Life, stick you
Against all odds, not the ordinary shit you used to
I'm C-Murder before the life sentence, predicate felons
Homicide, chasing niggas, hopping over benches
I'm hip hop before Sugar Hill signed a deal
Before Studio 54 popping pills
It was real when Kool Herc worked the wheels of steel
Now we bring the game back into this New York feel
I'm hip hop
I'm the best, so yes, I guess, suggest the rest, you fess
I'm Tribe Quest, I'm Moe Dee, Wild West, Treach
Naughty Jazz, Jeff Slick Rick, I'm Doug Fresh
I'm Def, I'm Canibus before he met Wyclef
Original, I don't bite, I don't need nobody to ghostwrite
Kool G Rap strike the mic, I recite the type of hype that you like
I'm Sweetback, I'm Uptown Saturday Night
I'm Black Caesar, I'm Rudy Ray Moore, Dolemite
I'm an assassin rapping, I'm Grand Wizard Theodore
When he invented scratching
I'm Wu-Tang Killa Bee, epitome of Public Enemy
Gambling, hustling like Smooth and Trigga be, bitter be
Bum stiggidy-diggidy-dies literally
I'm Pun in the middle with Little Italy, didn't do diddly
Didn't he listen to me? I'm all good, I'm hood
I'm Ice Cube before he turned soft and went Hollywood
I'm Poetic from Gravediggaz, I'm O.D.B
I'm Headquarters, I'm Ted Demme, I'm Paul C
If I ain't better than B.I.G., I'm the closest
I'm Richard Pryor before multiple sclerosis
I'm beef, I'm gold teeth, peace
Mantronix, Stetsasonic, symbolic, Bambaataa, soul sonic
I'm Dre the Chronic, melodic with logic, Islamic
A poverty prophet, economy robbery, cock it
I probably properly drop it, it gotta be honest
The opposite of novelty, rocket, I Herbie Hancock it
Harmonics throw in your gun, I'm Funky Four plus one