[Pusha T:] Fear him, as soon as you hear him Upon my arrival, the dope dealers cheer him Just like a revival, the verse tends to steer 'em Through a life in the fast lane, like German engineerum No serum can cure all the pain I've endured From crack to rap to back to sellin it pure For every record I potentially sell in the store It's like Mecca to the dealer that's sellin it raw So many deceive ya I'm on top with the ki's, move over Alicia I force feed ya the metric scale Rap's like child's play, my show and tell Within each verse you see the truth's unveiled They manufacture proof as they lie to themselves Puppets on the string like a yoyo Bouncin like a pogo, they prayin I never go solo
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[Malice:] The wall's removed and now I see My leg was pulled, the joke's on me So heartbreakin, like lovin a whore Might hurt ya once, but never no more It's like tryin to fly but they clippin your wings And that's exactly why the caged bird sings Who can nickname it, the shame rings true Seems to me reperations are overdue I done been to the top, I done sipped the juice And with that bein said, bird crumbs'll never do Even on my last not a penny in the bank I'ma stand on my own, so thanks but no thanks Keep the pranks as I bid farewell I gotta answer to Marcus and Jennel And to little brother Terrence who I love dearly so If ever I had millions never would you sell blow, never
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[Pusha T:] I'm the best since he died, and he lied The spirit of competition, one verse could start jihad CPR Pusha, the flow tends to revive Pullin the covers back, I expose what you disguise My presence is felt, the pressure is on A four eleven cuban helped us weather the storm Pyrex and powder, it was back to the norm Through all the adversity the fury was born
[Malice:] Niggaz don't get the picture, it's written in scripture Even at your mama's she'll tell you that blood's thicker And I don't know how them other niggaz built And I don't know if ever they feel guilt Or maybe niggaz just too high on they stilts But this one's on me, I'ma view it as spilt milk Grandma look at me, I'm turnin the other cheek It's the R-E-U-P G-A-N-G
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Compositor: G. Thornton; P. Williams; T. Gozney Thornton