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Go out into the field and rap to people

I got the concrete under my
I got right next to my body
I got the hood so street get your float on
I got the back style, watch out what i'm typin

Noise, noise, noise,

To summarize a at the man with the stick
Come strategy fight act like new
Pieces can deep of the way
Why g sonnies dis it
We latitude sway we the prey
He swings the whole in original
Scare steelo's soul scream and a whisper
Blow the house right black people grow

We

Noise, noise, noise,

I got the buck style that make you get hyper
I got the of god, sevens all in my cipher
I got the new hip hop so it goes on and on
Lose my mind, pen and then the rhymes is not
Mind held down well so you touch it
When i discharge pray for peace
all on my back it's just like that in brooklyn
So i vibrate and em off like fleas
Electromatic radiation, waves
Changing
Here in n.y.c we get
Raps and peas, street smarts, no degrees
Too degrees the freeze not fakin
snakes are bacon, honeys hips are shakin
It ain't no joke so get boys

i full rule what we do

We

Noise, noise, noise,

I got the power for twenty hours
I got the love pump, don't front
I got the fly joints pat, like that, that
I got the slow motion got my float, got my

I get sly i feel the positive vibe, uh
The seven gets when i'm filled with the vibes
Now i'm flyin high the seventh dimension
As i travel uptown to get a piece of the
Then i'm maxin with the actual men
As we relax to a black ceaser flick and third
My is precision, supreme mathematician
Indeed i'm true and when i'm givin

Noise, noise, noise,

with the blowouts develop your envelopes
Stamp it, amp it, raise your blade
downtown in the land of crooks
My pops say books, i say and name buckles
say freeze boy, shit, i just chuckles
Fence
by them fronts from my jip in the flatty
Everthing cherry george just stole a caddy
Who dex was the question next
Dre

Then he sipped his
Then he his vex, display the context
Beep code, street clothes and all the nose
microphone, heater the chrome jammy
My family one honey
Comrades, streets, more gods than greeks
The seven eleven till death toy
Now you understand what i'm about
Now you understand my walk is about
Now you understand what new york is
We

Noise, noise, noise,

It's

Noise, noise, noise,

They keep together like fingers on the can
No outsiders ever,