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Yo, we take the whole show\nWhen heads hear this piece they call off with no shows\n\nIt's like the A to B to the C, it's easy as 1, 2, 3\nDJ, Hi-Tek y'all, Inspectah Deck\nCollaborate, break bread with Pete Rock\nDonte, Main Flo\n\nI struggle more in tug of war, writin' rhymes by the score\nBefore I lived the hustle, swore this poor man would give the law\nAs a testament it goes, it was destined in my soul\nThey tested but questioned weapons rest in my foes\n\nBlessed in my flows and obsessed with my scrolls\nMidas Touch as it's told, writin' nuttin' less than gold\nMy journeys, I march through madness like atorneys\nSend you out on a gerdy talkin' 'bout yo' eternity\nCan't stand it, search for your wind like Ban Enti\n\nOne man band on the MP and a nigga ran simply\nHi-Tek, all these other niggas can exempt me\nSay he's the nicest out loud and gently\nHave it your way, a freestyle mean no pay\nIf you sign a wack contract that mean\n(No weight)\nGot your John Hancock on the paper to say\n\n\"The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way\"\n\"The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way\"\n\"The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way\"\n\"The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way\"\n\nAlright okay, I'm feelin' you, common\nIt's like the A to B to the C, it's easy as 1, 2, 3\nDJ, Hi-Tek y'all, Inspectah Deck\nCollaborate, break bread with Pete Rock\nMain Flo, Main Flo\n\nWoes out my treasure box, seven locks, pressure to plot\nMeasurin' blocks, releasin' this live like Desert Fox\nHear spiritual, remain plentiful, same generals\nTrain criminals to get the most plus the minimals\n\nRob past, raw cash, facin' the God last\nSpot grabs, sure pop laugh, jump out of stock caps\nFor cop cash, watch taps, eyes on my top hat\nFlop fast, stock crash, how when I drop math?\nThis rare rap, air vac', exit and fair fact\n\nWe share packs, stare back, cover our bear tracks\nYa peeps move, each choose, jump in our Jeep smooth\nUnleash two and leak fumes, studyin' Hebrew\n\nBig Ohio status\nHomeskillet, Crunch extraordinare\nMain Flo, Donte, Hi-Tek","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.81] It's like the A to B to the C, it's easy as 1, 2, 3\n[00:14.05] DJ, Hi-Tek y'all, Inspectah Deck\n[00:16.60] Collaborate, break bread with, Pete Rock\n[00:18.98] Homeskillet\n[00:19.76] From the beginnin', head spinnin' hip hop\n[00:20.48] The never endin', don't stop\n[00:21.74] B-boy religion, I'll rock and claim position\n[00:24.48] Maim the opposition, tradition, got 'em on lock\n[00:26.92] Follow the greater mission, freedom marks the top\n[00:29.65] Beat 'em off the block, now cock wrap they bop\n[00:32.06] Number one on street spots, Homeskill' the hard rock\n[00:34.61] I drop steady, cripplin' non-believers like Teddy\n[00:36.65] Pendergrass, tense up ya tender ass, you're not ready\n[00:39.66] Hold steady, think first, my ink burst floods and blunder\n[00:42.13] Crown Hi-Tek sound thump pounds of thunder\n[00:44.78] Street hunger, the universal man works wonders\n[00:47.34] Mic and hand breakin' land, rockin' up from down under\n[00:49.89] I got sound control and I'm kinda slick wit it\n[00:52.82] Heads know I get down like that, can you dig it?\n[00:55.44] This is the way how I roll or how I deliver this packages\n[00:57.98] Turn the other cheek, 'cuz this track I be smackin' it\n[01:00.65] But don't clap, 'cuz this style'll bust caps\n[01:02.83] I'm jiggy and all that, black and get control back\n[01:05.54] But fuck that, control over mind, body and soul\n[01:08.08] The MC regulator, microphone detonator\n[01:10.65] My real live wanna battle niggas take a vouch\n[01:13.05] Eighty Shieks, throw them joints and 'Let da fuckin' monkey out'\n[01:15.77] Not \"Hell yeah\" but \"Hell, yeah\" in Cin' City\n[01:18.32] When I spit this here it's easy as\n[01:19.71] (1, 2, 3)\n[01:20.82] You can \"Huh?\" You can hear me, you ain't heard nuttin' yet\n[01:23.24] I'm live and fortified like Kweli and Mos Def\n[01:26.06] Practice the incredible, shit ain't even competable\n[01:28.52] Due to that I'm technical, TKO's I got those\n[01:31.42] I got control but I'm wreckless in studios\n[01:33.73] I got Harmony and Thug tendancies all in my bones\n[01:36.01] No need to be flashy, for heads to recognize me\n[01:38.97] Hi-Tek throw them joints that magnetize me\n[01:41.52] We global, east, west, north, south, we robo\n[01:44.03] Hands that touch mic's get smacked 'cuz that's a no, no\n[01:46.53] Who rock the mic? 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me\n[02:30.27] Say he's the nicest out loud and gently\n[02:32.41] Have it your way, a freestyle mean no pay\n[02:35.05] If you sign a wack contract that mean\n[02:36.58] (No weight)\n[02:37.73] Got your John Hancock on the paper to say\n[02:40.09] \"The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way\"\n[02:42.65] \"The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way\"\n[02:45.56] \"The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way\"\n[02:47.91] \"The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way\"\n[02:50.98] Alright okay, I'm feelin' you, common\n[02:52.97] It's like the A to B to the C, it's easy as 1, 2, 3\n[02:58.29] DJ, Hi-Tek y'all, Inspectah Deck\n[03:00.71] Collaborate, break bread with Pete Rock\n[03:02.80] Main Flo, Main Flo\n[03:04.42] Woes out my treasure box, seven locks, pressure to plot\n[03:05.59] Measurin' blocks, releasin' this live like Desert Fox\n[03:08.36] Hear spiritual, remain plentiful, same generals\n[03:11.12] Train criminals to get the most plus the 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works wonders\n  Mic and hand breakin' land, rockin' up from down under\n\n  I got sound control and I'm kinda slick wit it\n  Heads know I get down like that, can you dig it?\n  This is the way how I roll or how I deliver this packages\n  Turn the other cheek, 'cuz this track I be smackin' it\n\n  But don't clap, 'cuz this style'll bust caps\n  I'm jiggy and all that, black and get control back\n  But fuck that, control over mind, body and soul\n  The MC regulator, microphone detonator\n\n  My real live wanna battle niggas take a vouch\n  Eighty Shieks, throw them joints and 'Let da fuckin' monkey out'\n  Not \"Hell yeah\" but \"Hell, yeah\" in Cin' City\n  When I spit this here it's easy as\n  (1, 2, 3)\n\n  You can \"Huh?\" You can hear me, you ain't heard nuttin' yet\n  I'm live and fortified like Kweli and Mos Def\n  Practice the incredible, shit ain't even competable\n  Due to that I'm technical, TKO's I got those\n  I got control but I'm wreckless in studios\n  I got Harmony and Thug tendancies all in my bones\n\n  No need to be flashy, for heads to recognize me\n  Hi-Tek throw them joints that magnetize me\n  We global, east, west, north, south, we robo\n  Hands that touch mic's get smacked 'cuz that's a no, no\n  Who rock the mic? Yo, we take the whole show\n  When heads hear this piece they call off with no shows\n\n  It's like the A to B to the C, it's easy as 1, 2, 3\n  DJ, Hi-Tek y'all, Inspectah Deck\n  Collaborate, break bread with Pete Rock\n  Donte, Main Flo\n\n  I struggle more in tug of war, writin' rhymes by the score\n  Before I lived the hustle, swore this poor man would give the law\n  As a testament it goes, it was destined in my soul\n  They tested but questioned weapons rest in my foes\n\n  Blessed in my flows and obsessed with my scrolls\n  Midas Touch as it's told, writin' nuttin' less than gold\n  My journeys, I march through madness like atorneys\n  Send you out on a gerdy talkin' 'bout yo' eternity\n  Can't stand it, search for your wind like Ban Enti\n\n  One man band on the MP and a nigga ran simply\n  Hi-Tek, all these other niggas can exempt me\n  Say he's the nicest out loud and gently\n  Have it your way, a freestyle mean no pay\n  If you sign a wack contract that mean\n  (No weight)\n  Got your John Hancock on the paper to say\n\n  \"The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way\"\n  \"The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way\"\n  \"The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way\"\n  \"The band locked and don't know, dough flow your way\"\n\n  Alright okay, I'm feelin' you, common\n  It's like the A to B to the C, it's easy as 1, 2, 3\n  DJ, Hi-Tek y'all, Inspectah Deck\n  Collaborate, break bread with Pete Rock\n  Main Flo, Main Flo\n\n  Woes out my treasure box, seven locks, pressure to plot\n  Measurin' blocks, releasin' this live like Desert Fox\n  Hear spiritual, remain plentiful, same generals\n  Train criminals to get the most plus the minimals\n\n  Rob past, raw cash, facin' the God last\n  Spot grabs, sure pop laugh, jump out of stock caps\n  For cop cash, watch taps, eyes on my top hat\n  Flop fast, stock crash, how when I drop math?\n  This rare rap, air vac', exit and fair fact\n\n  We share packs, stare back, cover our bear tracks\n  Ya peeps move, each choose, jump in our Jeep smooth\n  Unleash two and leak fumes, studyin' Hebrew\n\n  Big Ohio status\n  Homeskillet, Crunch extraordinare\n  Main Flo, Donte, Hi-Tek\n"}]