I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin To hold the mic I'm throbbin, mechanical movement Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation, react like I'm facin time like 'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracin Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets Suede Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, complete Whether crusin in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep I can't call it, the beats make me fallin asleep I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me Say what? I'm out for presidents to represent me Say what? I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
A classic. Pete Rock on the beat if I'm not mistaken.
I can never choose my favorite song from "Illmatic". The whole album is flawless. But if it really came down to it, it'd be between this, "NY State of Mind" and "Halftime".
A classic. Pete Rock on the beat if I'm not mistaken.
I can never choose my favorite song from "Illmatic". The whole album is flawless. But if it really came down to it, it'd be between this, "NY State of Mind" and "Halftime".
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