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Lord Superb
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Learn The Game
[Intro:Raekwon] We going through a cycle That's all, you going through a spin circle right now Yeah... yo... yeah... yo... yeah... yo... yo, yo...
[Raekwon] Ain't no honor amongst blunts and get high, the real'll let the clip fly Don't say a word, nigga gon' get got Jail stories from the sixties, enlighten us to move richly Let's break a brick down, this is the shit, G Quarter water money add up, next thing you know My niggas bagging up, garbage bags and shit, imagine us Bank robbers and shit, gangstas that ain't involved with shit Can't even arg', dick, bring an armed quick Realer nigga let go, his neck blow, son be intimidated Start your hating, I'm formulating Rum at the glass table, I'm all Nike'd down, glass bangles One rock, that's flashy on the ankles Benz stations and X5's races, sit Immobilize paper Shake down Vegas and own acres Large sum of this change, Allah bought to me with a blue range A crew that be spitting them things I'm a hydro plane when I rhyme, let's do it for the crew lines No radio, faggot, reveal a new shine It's old money, mines used to stealing Run up in bank trucks, start peeling and jailing, holding buildings Point cat, nigga gon' die for that, make a casket round Won't get found, read about your raps
[Chorus 2X: Polite] Yo, a wiseman once said, before you play the game, learn to move It's a game of life, learn the rules Either you live or die, bust your heater But respect you leader, never bite the hand that feeds you
[Lord Superb] The DJs? That thought I was foul Pardon me, I was just too dusted to smile Don't think I'm fronting, when I rock my mustard crocodile That's my style, my whole crew, Penal Moscow You UFO's acting like ya'll beyond we You can get smoked like a jar of neon weed Ain't none of ya'll flakey lasts beyond me I couldn't be a rapper, Perb was a don in the streets While you, busting your brain, I'm dawning the beads I fuck with RZA, you better honor my beats I'm very small, so honor my heat My whole famil' ill, even my aunt's in the street Laundry crack money, spend 48 track money Amp ya dap money, bulletproof sound mic money Fuck paper, ya'll niggas kite hungry FBI, C.O., and P.O. friendly Ya'll serve a cop Remy, turn the music up loud and Rae's my gun, shoot 'em down Look like a video, the on-lookers, til it's time To pick, cops up, and pick brains up They should of picked man up, hook Dana Dane up It's my year, my whole block living laid up
[Chorus 2X]
[Raekwon] Salute all the hood in me, the days fly off I'm just lampin' elevator music, laying in the Waldoff Tongue be swifter than a race horse, fresh cut Blazing a gauge off, analyze the days, dog Running up in spots, carrying knots Marrying blocks, salaries is carrying cops Call it the Jim Thorpe theory, Olympic minds quick, catch on We used to switch nines, glowing on the Ferry Renaissance Rembrandts on, ready to spray a cop Eight shots, that hold weight and hold slots Hands like Dusty, a mind like magnetic clusty The Louis Rich saga, that'll dutch me Tree of life suit on, big thick gem with his loot on Rocks that'll freeze up a uniform Major live feed out, Fila bubble with the heat out Dedicated to ya'll, with my meat out
[Chorus 2X]
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