| Hardcore, real ill niggas
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| I’m internationally known when I be on the mic
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| Hardcore, real ill niggas
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| I’m internationally known, yo
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| Hardcore, real ill niggas
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| I’m internationally known when I be on the mic
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| Hardcore, real ill niggas
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| So all hail the honorable
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| It’s to my real ill niggas, heavyweight hitters
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| Dough-getters, fifty ways to make figures
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| My niggas that come on the spot to feel sisters
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| Like they hear real spitters and kids on the zigga-ziggas
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| When it’s ugly, then the club is lovely
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| Thugs be sippin' Hennessey and bubbly
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| To my comrades that keep it flamin' hot
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| On dangerous blocks, claimin' spots
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| Where the goal is to be one of the top-ranked soldiers
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| Forty-five holders, one of the high rollers
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| Get respect in the hood, credit is good
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| Knock it down lumberjack style, baby; |
| extra wood
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| Rock it all night long, the bang-a-thon, baby
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| Keep hangin' on, we like it with the lights on
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| Don’t have to blow twenty thou' to get to know honey’s style
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| Show her the town, steal her heart, no money down
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| Hardcore, real ill niggas
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| I’m internationally known when I be on the mic
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| Hardcore, real ill niggas
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| I’m internationally known, yo
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| Hardcore, real ill niggas
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| I’m internationally known when I be on the mic
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| Hardcore, real ill niggas
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| So all hail the honorable
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| How about some hardcore? |
| Yeah, we like it raw for sure
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| Broads on the floor, wall to wall
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| There’s more at the door, players ball to score
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| ‘Cause this right here is for all of y’all
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| Rakim and Premo; |
| yo, I got what you need, bro
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| You go see a show, smokin' El Niño
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| And DJ’s play hits with hard bass kicks
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| And then they display tricks like The Matrix
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| Make the record fly, undetected by the naked eye
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| So just feel the vibe, ‘cause your ears never lie
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| Nowadays DJ’s bags of tricks, graphic
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| On some behind-the-back shit, catch it and scratch it
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| Blast it, this kid got his craft mastered
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| Hands is mad quick like he mix with magic
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| Spin it back and forth and grab it
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| And know just where it is… there it is
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| Hardcore, real ill niggas
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| I’m internationally known when I be on the mic
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| Hardcore, real ill niggas
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| I’m internationally known, yo
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| Hardcore, real ill niggas
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| I’m internationally known when I be on the mic
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| Hardcore, real ill niggas
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| So all hail the honorable
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| To my elite peeps with the murderous mystiques
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| I hit the streets with beats and they critique for weeks
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| They be like: «How that kid Ra reach the peak?»
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| Pull out the heat and use my technique to speak
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| It’s dangerous, sit calm and explain to kids
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| What part of the game this is in foreign languages
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| They hold Ra’s events in different continents
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| Put my lyrical contents in monuments
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| In ghetto garments, I rock a towel like a pharaoh
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| Mind travel, design style like apparel
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| My fashions last long as a lifetime
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| ‘Cause I can see the future when the god write rhymes
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| They’re mad ‘cause I managed to reign so long
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| Like their chance to get money done came and gone
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| This is strictly for my listeners on the corners at night
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| And the sisters that be keepin' us right, when I be on the mic
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| Hardcore, real ill niggas
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| I’m internationally known when I be on the mic
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| Hardcore, real ill niggas
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| I’m internationally known, yo
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| Hardcore, real ill niggas
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| I’m internationally known when I be on the mic
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| Hardcore, real ill niggas
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| So all hail the honorable |