WNYU Freestyle 2 (1996)

Word up ayo
My mind is deep as these spaces
Illuminati me places
With greek faces
Just exchanged briefcases with Salmon P Chase
These racists plan to erase us
Clone and replace us
The stone of masons
Ten percenters control the nation
Im on location
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Still in this constellation, live in this wilderness till i conquered satan
The songs im makin will awaken you
Its Mill speaking real teachin
Knowledge of self; and still seekin scientific treatment
Get high and switch my sequence
Im from the streets where hustlers get fly and ripped on weekends
Gunslingers supplyin clicks with defense
To handle beef with
Keep it a secret or else, end up in the precinct
Juvenile delinquents
Plannin bank hits, tryna get paid
Throwing grenades under armored trucks, to make the Brinks flip
I think slick
Play my cards right, build with the Gods nice
Cloud the streets
My knowledge is fog lights, see what Allah writes?
Im far type, with smarts like ?
My powers make the stars bright
Paralyze mics
Yo analyze this wise kid
I flow like coast floods
Plus know thugs that bubble with no suds
Fiends gotta get those drugs
Teens got get those dubs
Triggers is what chickens love
Bitches is down and dirty
Mess around youll be spittin mud, disease in ya blood
Yo
Im Dios not Diablos, swear to ablos?
Its hard to prognose
For those who thats lostrose
I jostle like apostles
I scramble for knots, winning ya money in gamblin spots
Hand on my Glock while niggas scannin my rocks
Im like a walking fornax, the god for yall called spots
Infiltrators call shots
Holdin it down ya fort drop
Im from the streets where ya feet get dirty
Its like ya walking in mud
Test the gods and youll be coughin up blood
Enough to cause a flood
Eastcoast, weed smoke
Guaranteed to make ya choke
You was rich now your broke
Cause your trick sniff coke
Stashed acid in her ass split
The jakes napped her
She snitched to feds, froze your asses
Now you good as dead
With that bread you shouldve chose a casket
Now you based out in this game, you aced out
I got the bank stock
Carry knots like the brinks truck
I hold heat
When I wet the streets i seen cops
You think not?
I spent a G in weed spots
Rockin jewels like Cheops
Golden apache, more than xerox, got scrolls like enoch
Roamin the underground
Father like Agother
Get honored like Mustafa
Cause im propa
Quick to drop ya
Like to tab on BMs i keep cash
Im like a walking ATM
Rocking timbs, wavy hair like Shim
Half a Mill, nobody raids the air like him
Its like the days of outcome
The falcon attack em like Malcolm X
Illuminati tried to censorize my larynx
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Demand respect
Plus we handle tecs
Rap supremacy
Weed and lots of hennessy
Got spots in Tennesse, with rocks the size of Brooklyn blocks
You envy me
The four devils head, got you misled
Got knocked off with a key and you yapped to feds
You came home in a disguse your hair wrapped up in dreads