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C'mon, your hands, wind it up (x6)

Hush, I'm comin thru with the bum
Feelins forced style, adidas, cold
What? my style's
Who's gettin wit spectaculous, miraculous?
to lexus, I'm from new york
I'm flowin like dom p so the cork
Now feelin me for do'
I'm the one who came from the and blew the brains out of al pacino
(word up) to this rendition
Of lyricism, I'm on a doug e.fresh
Somebody stop me, I'm outta please
Before I do autopsies on mc's
em up, they hollow on the inside
No heart pumpin, organ missin somethin
Trueness, they get no props
Without das I with the real hip-hop

I
I hold it down, so gimme microphone
And lounge homeboy, you in the zone
When a like e is on the microphone, uh
I
I hold it down, so gimme that
And lounge homeboy, you in the zone
When a brother e-d is on the microphone

Hold up, how y'all tryin ta me, uh
When I the way for y'all punks to mc
You're not hard, ol school pull card
Wit the quickness, chump and witness
Agony of on the street
In front of your diggin, in front of your main chicken
Oooh, more than meet the eye, oh my god
Somebody got shook by a mirage
Speak on it, I get busy week on it
Die e-i, I and get unique on it
The child, the chosen one
(poof) behind the def come the truth
chill, I got that microphone
So lounge homeboy, you in the zone
I can't believe, I come the mad degrees, boy
Freakin the with extra shit up the sleeve, uh