A Star Is Born

Street Life Inspectah Deck

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Let's do this Let's do this damn thing, yo Yeah, I waited a long time for this Word, yo Yeah, greatness Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on This is rap bizarre, another star in the making Took lots of patience, deep concentration Sat back, analyzed ya MC's mistakes and Realized most of ya rap cats is fakin' Like y'all serial killers and ain't murderin' nathan Funk Flex, pump this in heavy rotation Place ya bet, who's the next rap sensation? Mobilize, regulate a whole generation Fuck what ya heard, this is street education Pluckin' at ya nerve like a stab wound patient I speak blatant, style still flagrant Catch me on Rap City, loungin' in the basement Style still gritty, double dart agent I mastered the art, check my rap pages They stab you in the back, who dat smilin' faces? That's why I carry the gat in foreign places Rap bizarre, another star in the making Keep fakin', get ya seat taken Yo, inhale this paraphernal', dart from jail It's P.L.O., see me up north in ya cell Clever terrorist, locked in hell, find a way out Tunnel vision like Van Buren, fight my way out Niggas can't stop me, five-seven-seven Tips probably, observin' me, enter my building lobby Police'll cross me, yo, I got I.D So on point, passport holder with three felonies Verrazano, horizontal move, first engagement rule Niggas can't fuck with P.L.O. for real All that shit sound slick, but let's be for real You a faggot-like nigga that just caught a break I'm the robbin' suspect that'll tuck the eight Pistol-whip you in ya face, make you crack ya safe Let you front all you want on CD's and mixtapes P.L.O. style, niggas had to earn they name Rap bizarre, another star in the making Keep fakin', get ya seat taken This is Shaolin What, niggas grab ya nuts Strut, rock to what I conduct After this verse, I might self-destruct Short fuse, overheat and blow the fuck up Where my ladies at? What up? Wanna fuck? No disrespect, gotta love jonesin' sluts Big bag of dutch, Deck, burn a dutch Fiends control ya lust, look but don't touch Still Wu, keep the God-U tucked under the gut Rap lush, my flow is spectacular Niggas doubt my skills like I ain't real enough Fuck what ya feel, that's why you still baggin' up It be those niggas ya know that be actin' up That's why my attitude's corrupt and don't give a fuck Fans rush to bust and get star-struck I'm that same OG just loungin' in the cut Rap bizarre, another star in the making Keep fakin', get ya seat taken Rap bizarre, another star in the making Word up Streetlife Get ya shit taken on the spot Rebel I Word up, Tion Sparda Wu-Tang, feel the bass, nigga Forever Word up Yo, pass that bone, kid You know how we do Word up, KFC, Shaolin Shaolin