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Here I go, I don't give a damn if you wit me
Stupidity, shit, I'm the reverse of Ziggy
All that prettiness running on empty
Only wusses need pity no, I ain't from the city
Five minutes of fame if you don't know my name
Oh yeah, I'm that field nigga, they all fear

Here's a mad salute to all my troops
Fuck a lawyer and the law and all them suits
I spits and I vomit 'cause I come like a comet
Better quit it if y'all don't know what y'all gettin' from it
Just forget it if you wit it, that racket runnin' it

Come on, come with it, I think, I'll fit it
Go to war but what the hell I'm fightin' for
As I soar yeah, baby, I like it raw
No cigar, I ran over the pop star wit my car
Again and may the best jam win

Here I go, there you go

Bingo, it don't matter if this platters a single
Needin' needles like the Beatles needin' Ringo
From the beginnin' I told you how to see through the linen
All that talk but that's the way the side walks in New York
I simplify 'cause you might be high

Rip shit in the pit so what you don't like it
This is man shit a hip hop trip
On that aggressive tip but rap got pussy whipped
Got out psyched down on that turnpike
I knew this Philly who just wouldn't get right
'Cause I was aware as a square in Delaware

Execs writing checks for sex in spandex
Radio's gettin' sucked by labels under the table
Mix DJ's gettin' overpaid for airplay
Try to shut me down like Ray, what I say
Fuck your friends and may the best jam win

Here I go, there you go

Mirror, mirror, I'm finger pointin' at the man
It is I, I interrupt the program
Chuck D rubberneckin' with the fans
Pe don't give a damn about uncle Sam
And on and on like I said before

Some, the 100 meter dash, I'm the marathon
Against the grain comin' like a train
As you listen to the sounds that remains insane
One on one and it's just begun
To get out the ghetto and get something done

To be the man you gotta beat the man
Don't confuse me with being dumb or bubble gum
And I'll be here as you disappear
And I'll be around amongst the crowd
'Cause anything I wear is a step on down
That's how I've always been and may the best jam win
Here I go, I don't give a damn if you wit me   Stupidity, shit, I'm the reverse of Ziggy   All that prettiness running on empty   Only wusses need pity no, I ain't from the city   Five minutes of fame if you don't know my name   Oh yeah, I'm that field nigga, they all fear      Here's a mad salute to all my troops   Fuck a lawyer and the law and all them suits   I spits and I vomit 'cause I come like a comet   Better quit it if y'all don't know what y'all gettin' from it   Just forget it if you wit it, that racket runnin' it      Come on, come with it, I think, I'll fit it   Go to war but what the hell I'm fightin' for   As I soar yeah, baby, I like it raw   No cigar, I ran over the pop star wit my car   Again and may the best jam win      Here I go, there you go      Bingo, it don't matter if this platters a single   Needin' needles like the Beatles needin' Ringo   From the beginnin' I told you how to see through the linen   All that talk but that's the way the side walks in New York   I simplify 'cause you might be high      Rip shit in the pit so what you don't like it   This is man shit a hip hop trip   On that aggressive tip but rap got pussy whipped   Got out psyched down on that turnpike   I knew this Philly who just wouldn't get right   'Cause I was aware as a square in Delaware      Execs writing checks for sex in spandex   Radio's gettin' sucked by labels under the table   Mix DJ's gettin' overpaid for airplay   Try to shut me down like Ray, what I say   Fuck your friends and may the best jam win      Here I go, there you go      Mirror, mirror, I'm finger pointin' at the man   It is I, I interrupt the program   Chuck D rubberneckin' with the fans   Pe don't give a damn about uncle Sam   And on and on like I said before      Some, the 100 meter dash, I'm the marathon   Against the grain comin' like a train   As you listen to the sounds that remains insane   One on one and it's just begun   To get out the ghetto and get something done      To be the man you gotta beat the man   Don't confuse me with being dumb or bubble gum   And I'll be here as you disappear   And I'll be around amongst the crowd   'Cause anything I wear is a step on down   That's how I've always been and may the best jam win
 
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