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[MC Serch]

Long time coming huh Jorge?

I gotchu. Hip-Hop to the death

Let me tell my story

[Verse 1: MC Serch]

I'm the blood from the stone

And that stone is Far Rock

Home is off Virginia near Cornega and Mott

We brought kicks from sneaker steez

White tees with creased sleeves

To make dough we shoveled snow

In the fall we'd break leaves

Then my pen took its path

And I began writing my raps

I was kicking it with females

In biker shorts and gold caps

And Ebony and Mahogany

Bring em home to meet my family

And when the heads around the way saw me

They started dogging me

Talking all reckless trynna knock my success

Better to climb them stairs instead of project steps

See my people in Far Rockaway never seen me more than a block away

And when your crew need you

How you gonna say no not today?

So I got caught between a Rock and hard place

But never last place

And then we came up with the "Gas Face"

KMD Zev Love X Subroc R.I.P

We'd get dissed by chicks and this is the face they gave me

We'd drive back to Long Beach with my tank on empty

And my my bank on empty

I had a quarter for a loosey

The Newport I inhaled and exhaled through my nose

Dusting the cigarette ash from my clothes then I rose

Planning to never be in the same place ever again

Being broke was my people but it was never my friend

But my love will never die

I am what I supply

See I am Hip-Hop music and I use it to get by

And this culture accepted me for the skin that was on me

And then came "Steppin’ To The A.M." and the "Cactus" CD

And it put me on the course that you see me on today

And truth be told I would have it no other way

That's why I say it's not a game

[Verse 2: Kurious]

Hey yo' Serch

I appreciate you coming through

Good looking out yo', y'all used to let me get on stage with you

Pop goes the weasel

So hot that I'm diesel

Nowadays I couldn't paint this picture better on a easel

But back then I didn't know what was truly the prize

Soon after I'm on tour with Fugees and Nas

Such a great honor I wasn't ready

I was late pana

My whole shit pause like a straight comma

I had to search within

Take the wrong make it right

Mend my broken wings

So once again I take flight

Now I'm free as the wind

Don't know where to begin

I gather my thought's every time I breath in

Believe in self

Give thanks to where it's supposed to go

Lord knows my beloved

I'm supposed to flow

Don't get a twist between that rap and that street shit

Stay on the humble

But never on no weak shit

Those thinkin' otherwise can buckle down and eat dick

Get your money, buy a ticket, come see me spit

Kurious Jorge

See the name in lights

Incredible how 20/20 be the hindsight

[Hook: Kadi]

Get your rhymes right

Get your minds right

This that big purse heavyweight prize fight

Get your life right (Money)

Get your life right

This that big purse heavyweight prize fight

[Verse 3: MF DOOM]

Persistence always overcomes resistance

In the words of Mr. Magic

Not to be confused with the magican, hat tricks

Out the bag, look at what the cat done drug in cousin

If you don't know, you buggin

There's about to be muggin

My brova Jorge is here

Swords is clear as I pour beer for years

More to share, Cheers

It's good to see you back boss

Game ain't changed since the Crack to Iraq wars

Villian, droolin still share his last snack bar

Feeding these chirrens with the knack off

The black tarts

Swervin' double lines bubble lines been through

Nerve to beat the odds when they against you with a pencil

It's all in the mental OOOOH saw what he said?

Metal Face DOOM open doors with his forehead

*click* Call it hands-free wireless

The burnout plan and the fans be tireless

Turns out there's no bluff

Pump you punks but kiss the DOOM Dunks like Sho'Nuff

The bottom, pond scum, swallow some

To the T-O-P

Left for Harlem, what the problem is? Fondle 'em