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All I see is blinkin' lights track boards and fat mikes950's SP12's MP60'sShit is thumping ear drums pumpinThe shit is tight right 'cause the sample is tight rightRight that's one to leave teethlessNever sweat that 'cause I'm a cool cat just like HeathcliffPeep this give up the loopthe north flakes 'cause I'll be flowing in all statesShow kept diggin' and diggin' and now he got more cratesthat's right nigga roll that dime and I'mthe only living matter that controls my mindpeace to every single rapper on this whole earthsellout's got no worth I think they better go soul searching...Showbiz... A.G. (brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten)Showbiz... A.G. (brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten)Now here I go again ready to flow againAnd if the course stay clear oh yeah I'm still going inGet it together or you'll be laying on a stretcherI betcha I'm a getcha the number one heart stresserSorry black that's right it's a cardiaccaress try to triple be the best then where's party atLaw's to no one and a warrior like ShogunAnd when the show's done stacks and stacks is how the O's comeI bouge your feeling confidence is to the ceilingIf I'm sick I pick the chick for sexual healingI'm unique a freak like MalikIn the twilights with more highlights than DominiqueAround my ? is where the jell stopsThe jeeps the streets my peeps in the cell blockI'm not the best but I keep it stressedTo flatter me is strategy it gotta be more complex than chessStop bluffin cause you ain't saying nothing geestart duckin I'm the A to the fuckin GLast LP we got down rightShowing all these corny motherfuckers what hiphop's supposed to soundlikeSee A.G. and the brother ShowQuiet as kept is best that you step on the lowWell it's me meaning the A to the dashI'm fast to get the cash now I'm going like the pathWhat's the remedy suckas better get their own identityAnd took the enemy you better roll like it's CannamyFake lords they get strangled with mic cordsTaking beats from my LP for sure ain't healthyMadison Projects is where I restBut I claim the whole planet it's mine god dammitI'm God took the bulla fake ?Wreck Boston running shit ?It's hard to face the feet when you're raised in the streetNo surrender and no patriqueNow dance with the devil no not hardlyEven though I mamba like a bomber and smoke ganja like Bob MarleyA bag of sess puts me at my restYou say ? hit the philly and let it rest