Same time as before
I started my way at the door
worked my way in
and blessed up
the whole set up
fuck the mic checka
I throw down mad lyrics
that refuse to get up
vocally you know its me
where to hear me
is to fear me
is how its suppose to be
that's my word son
bring the ruckus
and I'll bring the tons Dunn
crushin lungs for fun
leaving the west won
as I rise the sun
in the New York state
borough beez Brooklyn
where I hold the weight
you couldn't carry
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