Once Upon a Time (feat. Pete Rock)

I'm on a mission

My whole pen stay twistin'

The competition, my street cats will stay listenin'

Detroit to New York, I still walk the walk

Control dance hall

Chillin' in my B-boy stance y'all

Never was known to be an MC

I still rip it, flip crowds into a frenzy

Reciting fact shit

I incite herbs to bite

Bum rush your mic check

Play this only at night

Coincide with the mic, take flight

Above shores

Word 'em up

I separate minds from yours

I look you up and there's a stare in your face

You bent minds on the hum

The one you got your idea from

Yeah, I'm right, here son

It's straight out the slum

Makin' tracks for dough

Gettin' paid to do shows

So when I blow

My **** respect my flow

Hey yo, I'm nice with the pill when I rock with Slumville

So what you want done?

Let's turn it out, y'all

Laid into it

Beat your ass up like a safety tape

And I'm not to fake, turn it out

Hey yo

You want blows?

We got tons of them

Pete, Slum and Tim tryna bang shit like the Huntington

Get that money then dip

Blast the cash in front of them

**** gruntin' and shit

Sayin' nothin', I'm done with them

Oh, yo, peeps ain't gotta hold they gun on them

'Cause if one of them catch jump, we all jumpin' in

Believe that

We got somethin' for the some dumb

But with young true and that don't know what they doin' with this rap shit

And rap tactics automatic

And the fact is

Yeah, I know you ball with the wack shit

We got the fat shit

That auto and know the track shit

And when you're here, man, I don't know how to act shit

It's like first related

First and now we rock with the beat

Just another casualty for the S and the V

It's like action is what we give and receive

Best do believe we got some shit up our sleeve

Shit the desk too and shifted the tree

Some shit if you

Was dyin' to help you breathe

Make a handicap

****, exceed with speed

It's like totally with the rhymes with the V

Doin' this for DT and a place to be

Can't forget the rest, R-O-I and T

Mac make a little space

What else could it be?

Please, lace me with a scratch for P

Pete Rock

And I'm beginning

Close to ice

Never on lame shit

Motherfuckers travel for miles to mac Nick

We kick rhymes and no, they never sound like yours

To the mic lookin' like cheap thoughts

Fuck this rapture

I'm too smart for that

I do this shit for kicks with my crew

Believe that

The S is on the way to make an M teach quick

I shoot the kind of rhymes to make the MC's thought

On the mic I never fight

I'm called the angel of war

Slicin' MC with my com

A lyrical sore

You really wanna bottle

You must be ill

Well it's the S

Numero uno

I'm in your favorite

The negros make up the music

That you run out to get

Now this is nevertheless

Nuclear bomb shit

My Nicholas is earnin' money on some my burner shit

What, Slumville

And we out

No doubt

For ninety eight

Settin' you straight

Get yourself laced

Peace

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Louis Armstrong

It's been so long since I had you, baby

I'ma tell you, I'm really no sorry, so sorry

Missing You by Diana Ross

Oh yes, I'm missing you

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I would die 4 U, yeah, save me if you do it for me

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All That Jazz

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Tell me, what do I do?

What do I do?

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