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I wonder what people expect to see?
Real Hip-Hop do it till is the d**h of me
It's not my time on the Clock of Destiny
Long as I'm real then I did it successfully
[Chief Kamachi]
Ayo, the mic is done, early 90's when my hype begun
Bullseye, AK-47 the rifle lung
Ten years later, still stepping the cipher, son
I'm here; underground legend is what the cycle brung
Cla**ic, murder material on the four track
Old school, wheels of steel keeping the four pack
Late night, gang war n***as getting their jaw cracked
Hundred dollar talent show, spitting the raw rap
Give me a mic and a red Philly ball cap
First demo tape in the trash, not a call back
I kept it moving cuz I knew I would break free
Back in the studio, get ready for take three
Gorilla on a mic, little Mach was a straight G
First deal at fifteen, never Christine
Write a rhyme for a Benz, make the wrist gleam
n***as in the street ______ I hear the strip CREAM
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[Chief Kamachi]
Yo, I see a big future in music
Hope I got the right mirror
Came up in the Nike era
Tryna be a mic terror
'Follow the Leader' dropped album was a light-bearer
Studied the game, got the slang and my sight clearer
Poster of MC Lyte, I use to write Mira
Ponder my musical genre, its quiet rarer
So I fall back, look at the mall rap
Album ain't sell, people know that I'm all that
Was once told my career would suffer a curse by an Old Ghost
While he was smoking a dust in a hearse
Been around the globe couple times crushing a verse
Fairly unknown, people still in love with the worst
Back to trance, small a** rap advance
They wanna see little Sambo tap and dance
I'm like Tucson teaming up with blacks in France
Kamachi! Stealing that ______________
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