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round one, count's two, bounce three, down four,
lace up the sneaks, prepare to play ball,
step to ya rep, its time to game on,
the men are playin for court, you bitches can stay off,
coz, this here, is the game of life,
so, all you players, raise ya mics,
and, come with the real shit, or pay the price,
there's, one life to live, so play it right...
its the dream team, sowin the streets dream,
with mean schemes, i flow in control of the fiends theme,
with my, mic in my right, don't need no hypeman,
y'all can keep your gimmicks, keep ya micstands,
and trife plans, its jus me, takin the stage,
already ahead of the pack, now i'm breakin away,
savin the day, droppin knowledge with original flows,
the lyrical pro, i'm ready steady killin you hoes,
jackin for beats, everyday, without a style of you own,
forget that weak shit now, its two thousand and four,
coz ain't no half steppin, when i step in,
p-r-i-z-m, on ya f-m,
and i, only spit to original beats,
so when you listen, you know you're really listenin to me,
not JayZ, eminem, or Kanye West,
who's the best? look around man - how'd you guess...
round one, count's two, bounce three, down four,
lace up the sneaks, prepare to play ball,
step to ya rep, its time to game on,
the men are playin for court, you bitches can stay off,
coz, this here, is the game of life,
so, all you players, raise ya mics,
and, come with the real shit, or pay the price,
there's, one life to live, so play it right...
my game's east coast, but i live on the west,
and this game needs hope, so i spit like i'm stressed,
i'm the new true school, as you already know,
me by my cadence, the basis of so many flows,
the lyrical pro, i said it, and i'll say it again,
i'm the best with lyrics scripted on this page with my pen,
the best writer already i get nicer with every
deadly medley i write the rhythms i'm bless on the mic,
i'm steady progressin, with every single bar that i spit,
at each bar that i spit, you all become a parta this shit,
a fan of the student thats movin, units, usin his wit,
building movements through music to move with, usin his wit,
i'm true to this shit, and y'all know, i'm sold on the grind,
i'm fuckin hustlin, bustin with my soul on the line,
so every single time i spit your gonna know its my rhyme,
i'm surfacing, 2004, you know its my time...
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