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Indeed i'm true and livin when i'm givin\n  What?\n  That\n  Noise, noise, noise, noise\n  Brothers with the blowouts develop your envelopes\n  Stamp it, amp it, raise your razor blade\n  Found downtown in the land of crooks\n  My pops say books, i say sneaks and name buckles\n  Pigs say freeze boy, shit, i just chuckles\n  Fence alley\n  Walkin by them fronts from my jip in the flatty\n  Everthing cherry cause george just stole a caddy\n  Who bust dex was the question next\n  Dre said\n  Northbound\n  Then he sipped his becks\n  Then he clipped his vex, display the context\n  Beep code, street clothes and all the nose candy\n  Hotter microphone, heater the chrome jammy\n  My family consists one honey\n  Comrades, ghetto streets, more gods than greeks\n  The seven twos eleven till death toy\n  Now you understand what i'm talking about\n  Now you understand what my walk is about\n  Now you understand what new york is about\n  We make\n  Noise, noise, noise, noise\n  It's just\n  Noise, 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Indeed i'm true and livin when i'm givin\n  What?\n  That\n  Noise, noise, noise, noise\n  Brothers with the blowouts develop your envelopes\n  Stamp it, amp it, raise your razor blade\n  Found downtown in the land of crooks\n  My pops say books, i say sneaks and name buckles\n  Pigs say freeze boy, shit, i just chuckles\n  Fence alley\n  Walkin by them fronts from my jip in the flatty\n  Everthing cherry cause george just stole a caddy\n  Who bust dex was the question next\n  Dre said\n  Northbound\n  Then he sipped his becks\n  Then he clipped his vex, display the context\n  Beep code, street clothes and all the nose candy\n  Hotter microphone, heater the chrome jammy\n  My family consists one honey\n  Comrades, ghetto streets, more gods than greeks\n  The seven twos eleven till death toy\n  Now you understand what i'm talking about\n  Now you understand what my walk is about\n  Now you understand what new york is about\n  We make\n  Noise, noise, noise, noise\n  It's just\n  Noise, 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(x4)\n\nWe are the creamy spies\nThe cream always rises up\nWe all got sequel\nThe Man's game has peaked\nWe are sun moon and star\nWe all got pieces\nIt's nation tarnation time\nReady to put in work\nWe got mad peoples\nYour double dealin' is scoped\nYour tongue is forked we know\nWe ghetto level\nHey\nWe can make life better\nTogether\nNot divided\nUniversal ori-gi-nal, creamy\nThe man ain't shit\nWhat's happenin'\n\nCheck it out\nIn the year of '89 I stole back my black mind\nFound peace up in the east I shine\nOne time blind I refined, then over time\nI realized the creamy spy gots to climb\nFind the spot in this land of uncle sam\nFocus my thoughts and be that true black man that I am\nI stand in the face of oppression\nWith my sisters and my brothers no slippin' no half steppin'\nThe five percent nation is my representation\nI wear Timberlands study in Timbuktu\nWon't rest until they free our brother Mumia-Abu\nNow can you feel it (huh) nothing can save ya\nFor this is the season 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'Ru what we do?\n\nWe make\n\nNoise, noise, noise, noise\n\nI got the power for twenty four hours\nI got the love pump, brooklyn don't front\nI got the fly joints pat, like that, like that\nI got the slow motion got my float, got my clique\n\nI get sly when i feel the positive vibe, uh\nThe seven gets eleven when i'm filled with the vibes\nNow i'm flyin high through the seventh dimension\nAs i travel uptown to get a piece of the action\nThen i'm maxin with the actual facts men\nAs we relax to a black ceaser flick and third vision\nMy movements is precision, supreme mathematician\nIndeed i'm true and livin when i'm givin\n\nWhat?\n\n(Doodlebug)\nThat\n\nNoise, noise, noise, noise\n\nBrothers with the blowouts develop your envelopes\nStamp it, amp it, raise your razor blade\nFound downtown in the land of crooks\nMy pops say books, i say sneaks and name buckles\nPigs say freeze boy, shit, i just chuckles\nFence alley\nWalkin by them fronts from my jip in the flatty\nEverthing cherry cause george just stole a caddy\nWho bust dex was the question next\nDres said\n\nNorthbound\n\nThen he sipped his becks\nThen he clipped his vex, display the context\nBeep code, street clothes and all the nose candy\nHotter microphone, heater the chrome jammy\nMy family consists one honey\nComrades, ghetto streets, more gods than greeks\nThe seven twos eleven till death toy\nNow you understand what i'm talking about\nNow you understand what my walk is about\nNow you understand what new york is about\nWe make\n\nNoise, noise, noise, noise\n\nIt's just\n\nNoise, noise, noise, noise\n\nThey keep lying together like fingers on the can\nNo outsiders ever, never","syncedLyrics":"[00:10.67] Go out into the field and rap to these people\n[00:14.59] \n[00:20.23] I got the concrete under my feet\n[00:23.41] I got shotty right next to my body\n[00:25.65] I got the hood notes so street get your float on\n[00:28.45] I got the ease back style, watch out what i'm typin\n[00:31.38] Noise, noise, noise, noise\n[00:41.35] To summarize a lick at the man with the stick\n[00:44.39] Come strategy fight act like new york\n[00:46.82] Pieces can squeeze deep of the way\n[00:49.19] Why g mayors sonnies dis it\n[00:51.43] We latitude sway we determine the prey\n[00:54.38] He swings the whole sphere in original\n[00:56.86] Scare steelo's weak soul scream and a whisper\n[00:59.34] Blow the house right over black people grow\n[01:01.88] We make\n[01:02.88] Noise, noise, noise, noise\n[01:07.36] I got the buck wild style that make you get hyper\n[01:10.57] I got the knowledge of god, sevens all in my cipher\n[01:12.77] I got the new york hip hop so it goes on and on\n[01:15.46] Lose my mind, pen and paper then the rhymes is not\n[01:17.76] Mind held down well so you can't touch it\n[01:20.52] When i discharge fools pray for peace\n[01:23.19] Beats all on my back it's just like that in brooklyn\n[01:25.63] So i vibrate and shake em off like fleas\n[01:28.96] Electromagnetic radiation, radio waves\n[01:31.74] Changing frequency\n[01:33.49] Here in n.y.c we get busy\n[01:35.63] Raps and peas, street smarts, no college degrees\n[01:38.82] Too many degrees the freeze not fakin\n[01:41.34] Fake snakes are bacon, honeys hips are shakin\n[01:43.81] It ain't no joke so get your boys\n[01:46.68] This afu! 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right next to my body\n  I got the hood notes so street get your float on\n  I got the ease back style, watch out what i'm typin\n\n  Noise, noise, noise, noise\n\n  To summarize a lick at the man with the stick\n  Come strategy fight act like new york\n  Pieces can squeeze deep of the way\n  Why g mayors sonnies dis it\n  We latitude sway we determine the prey\n  He swings the whole sphere in original\n  Scare steelo's weak soul scream and a whisper\n  Blow the house right over black people grow\n\n  We make\n\n  Noise, noise, noise, noise\n\n  I got the buck wild style that make you get hyper\n  I got the knowledge of god, sevens all in my cipher\n  I got the new york hip hop so it goes on and on\n  Lose my mind, pen and paper then the rhymes is not\n  Mind held down well so you can't touch it\n  When i discharge fools pray for peace\n  Beats all on my back it's just like that in brooklyn\n  So i vibrate and shake em off like fleas\n  Electromagnetic radiation, radio waves\n  Changing frequency\n  Here in n.y.c we get busy\n  Raps and peas, street smarts, no college degrees\n  Too many degrees the freeze not fakin\n  Fake snakes are bacon, honeys hips are shakin\n  It ain't no joke so get your boys\n\n  This afu! 'Ru what we do?\n\n  We make\n\n  Noise, noise, noise, noise\n\n  I got the power for twenty four hours\n  I got the love pump, brooklyn don't front\n  I got the fly joints pat, like that, like that\n  I got the slow motion got my float, got my clique\n\n  I get sly when i feel the positive vibe, uh\n  The seven gets eleven when i'm filled with the vibes\n  Now i'm flyin high through the seventh dimension\n  As i travel uptown to get a piece of the action\n  Then i'm maxin with the actual facts men\n  As we relax to a black ceaser flick and third vision\n  My movements is precision, supreme mathematician\n  Indeed i'm true and livin when i'm givin\n\n  What?\n\n  (Doodlebug)\n  That\n\n  Noise, noise, noise, noise\n\n  Brothers with the blowouts develop your envelopes\n  Stamp it, amp it, raise your razor blade\n  Found downtown in the land of crooks\n  My pops say books, i say sneaks and name buckles\n  Pigs say freeze boy, shit, i just chuckles\n  Fence alley\n  Walkin by them fronts from my jip in the flatty\n  Everthing cherry cause george just stole a caddy\n  Who bust dex was the question next\n  Dres said\n\n  Northbound\n\n  Then he sipped his becks\n  Then he clipped his vex, display the context\n  Beep code, street clothes and all the nose candy\n  Hotter microphone, heater the chrome jammy\n  My family consists one honey\n  Comrades, ghetto streets, more gods than greeks\n  The seven twos eleven till death toy\n  Now you understand what i'm talking about\n  Now you understand what my walk is about\n  Now you understand what new york is about\n  We make\n\n  Noise, noise, noise, noise\n\n  It's just\n\n  Noise, noise, noise, noise\n\n  They keep lying together like fingers on the can\n  No outsiders ever, never\n"}]