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El da Sensei, Sadat X
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Uh, uh, yeah We go on and on to the next Sadat X, with me tonight Here we go y'all We go on and on The top draft pick to rock on point like dot com Recommend my soul glow when the Sen perform Storm troops and groups lick off on productions Bustin' heat, motherfuckin' unique flows, reluctant To hush crowds cause they don't know shit Crushin' know-it-all frauds cause they ain't legit Hardly, I smartly cross Ts and black eyes To these rap guys who try and antagonize I And if I never hit a diamond and your Billboard fame If I never hear a motherfucker yellin' my name What I claim is the 5'2" H-T horror Bronx location, there's no vacation With the mic in one hand, a stack of bills in the other A girl that I love and her foul baby mother A year back taxes, promo waxes A thousand handshakes from a thousand fakes We go on and on to the next We can talk about rhymes, weed or sex See, we go on and on to the next True pioneers, still here and we double the threat We go on and on to the next El Da Sensei with the X with no special effects We go on and on, Bricks to the BX Hittin' y'all motherfuckers so who's up next Who could ever follow this mission? It's a man with a damn good condition Yo, hear me El And I'mma set it off from the openin' bell The untraceable king, the great Dot I'mma reach in my bag, show y'all just what I got The hammer, sick grammar, and the twelves Right about now, I ain't got nothin' on the shelves I might not ever reach the air, but on the concrete, I'll get it there Grind it out like I do And everybody say there's no invincible crew The cowboy rides alone You get hit with this stone And you gon' have to bury your own I'm convenient, I'mma get lenient and loose Two years of sleep give a nigga here juice I'm about to wake the sleeping giant I'mma shake up a client for bread and a video spread We go on and on to the next We can talk about rhymes, weed or sex See, we go on and on to the next True pioneers, still here and we double the threat We go on and on to the next El Da Sensei with the X with no special effects We go on and on, Bricks to the BX Hittin' y'all motherfuckers so who's up next I'm from a town that they call the Renaissance I used to wear Clarks and Benetton, Guess and Liz Claiborne Used to walk through my school hallways with the boombox And called boys to battle niggas when the tune knocked Now I spit shit for culprits and chicks That are lovesick of the thugness and crisp But we still here, more than advanced I show the stamps that certify the seal of freshness of the camp Uh, trade stories about the bud and the dan Red lights and hash grams, yo, you don't understand Don't provoke me to smoke thee Playin' me closely, purposely I murk thee Murder musicians mostly Vocally I totally be surfin' on the flow That you can't compare to any ordinary Joe The honorary, never secondary, top notch El Da Sensei, here with my nigga Sadat We go on and on to the next We can talk about rhymes, weed or sex See, we go on and on to the next True pioneers, still here and we double the threat We go on and on to the next El Da Sensei with the X with no special effects We go on and on, Bricks to the BX Hittin' y'all motherfuckers so who's up next Yeah, there you have it We go on and on, on and on To the next, to the next, to the next From the BX to the Bricks We go on, on to the next Yeah, great Dot X You motherfuckers know the deal El Da Sensei Y'all niggas all know the deal 7 Heads What's happenin' with that? West Jot Worldwide Here we go, Rock Steady Chaos Worldwide P.O That's right Here we go, here we go, here we go