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[Intro] [DJ Premier talking]

Yo, turn the lights on. I can't see in here

I gotta see what's goin' on man. You hear me?

Turn the lights on. Word

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Uh huh. Yeah, bring the horns. Word up. Here's another one

The lights is on. How we say that shit? +Do It Now, Git It Done+

Ha ha. Yeah. Skyzoo. Torae

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[Verse One] [Torae]

I said the more often I rhyme the more awkward you find it

To be accepted by the lyrical minded

Individual, subliminal, criminal conscious

Makin' me numb how I'm stealin' the shine is

Defined as stupendous

Torae spittin' with splendedness

So my sentence is like a syllabus to the listeners

+Git It Done+, got it done

Got 'em a lot of runs

We plotted on how to double back with a hotter one

Nigga I'm New York ground

Been holdin' New York down

With the creator of the New York sound

And there can never be another or a new version of nothin'

Niggas must of forgot where it started

Primo they buggin'

It's more of the future, less of what you used ta

Whoever feel hip hop is dead, here's a booster

With no cables or battery pack

So everybody lovin' the city, we glad that we back

You should sit down and listen to what the game's been missin'

Cause +Reprogram+ was my +Redefinition+

I guess Chairman's Choice was just the beginnin'

Cause I'm the one to XXL for every sentence

I read every blog, every article printed

I heard every bar, every rhyme you was pennin'

I felt all the hate and the love

You niggas fake as a fuck

You want my spot nigga? Take it in blood

[Scratch Hook]

"That's why I write the shit that I write in my rap

Everyday of the week I live in it, breathe in it" dead prez 'Police State'

"It is senseless for you to prevent this" - Obie Trice 'Drama Setter'

I know you wanna enter but I can't let you in" - Buckshot 'Crooklyn'

[Verse Two] [Skyzoo]

The second coming of the shit that you fear

The first time they was callin' it luck

But low and behold I'm still in ya ear

See the difference is here

So keep that in your mind

When you rhymin' and you thinkin' bout leanin' on lyin'

Scrap whatever you thought and what you wanted to think

I attack your spot the minute that you fuck up and blink

Motivated by a Kennedy Fried, tropical fantasies

7-1-8, Chris Wallace and James Yancy

S-K, the prodigal son chosen

Lyrical landmark, father with the flows is

So youngin' don't confuse me with nothin' them dudes be

My leap year is outta your dude's reach

Skyzoo change for change?

Hardly

Meanin' I'm signin' my contract with a Sharpie

Motherfuckers is buggin' if they want me to beg

I'll be creepin' on a come up like ?

Deal with it

And through all that, I'm still with it

The beat is still sluttin' so yeah, I still dick it

Huh, it's clear as day but y'all don't see it ock

I guess I'm like a lost episode of Graffiti Rock

Or somethin' like the wax that the record is made from

They need me more than they say son

Okay Player?

So you can type whatever you want to type

But I still write better than everyone that you like

[Scratch Hook]

"That's why I write the shit that I write in my rap

Everyday of the week I live in it, breathe in it" dead prez 'Police State'

"It is senseless for you to prevent this" - Obie Trice 'Drama Setter'

I know you wanna enter but I can't let you in" - Buckshot 'Crooklyn'