Yeah ninety six Park Hill style
  Burial ground sound in it forever Dunn
  Politic
  Verse One: Cappadonna/Cappachino
  Here we come right through your eardrum Dunn
  Cherry head catch feel the draft of the aks
  You catch one trying to pretend you could win
  Headlock show the block kid counterattack
  Don of mine stay connect 4th Disciple trife
  Ain't nuthin ice cream, kid you get blown like steam
  Park Hill Projects, the black Idi Amin
  Ninety-six era, not the crossover lever
  chain swinger talk swing, probably wardrobe king
  So what now? Industry kids'll lock it down
  Only two loyal, dustin that find you there for
  You wanted to enter thirty-six in the soil
  My technique is speak have you knocked out weak
  Forever in it, my slang dick goes so deep
  Thirsty for hip-hop, Staten Isle niggaz can't stop
  Runnin wild like a child till we reach the top
  Stapleton, New Bright, and West Brighton the harbor
  Connect, me for vet, Don King and a tech
  Thug cats'll get done up on black man's sun up
  Cap the imperial, bring out new material
  You hold me down, analyze all cherry-head
  Wu is in town, catch the hand-off
  Prepare for my dancehall standoff
  Mercy when I come blow your mic-hand off, sorry I touched him
  Here they come again through customs
  Mad ways to dead the wax one way to bust him
  
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  If it's alright with you it's alright with me
  We can take this rap game to a higher degree
  We can do this Spike Lee or how you want it to be
  Check it, Golden Arms plus new Cappadon
  Verse Two: U-God, AKA Golden Arms
  These ninety-nine powerful circling swords
  Impact from all the heat dug deep and locked on
  Chip off the bone, hard face and hard fists
  Chop off your option, have you felt a neck twist
  Cassette disc and wrist, meltdown your pistol mist
  Burnt to a crisp, bombarded my pistol grip
  Tongue gripped the nigga, raw tone the jawbone
  Leaning Tower Pisa sounds of the Mars zone
  Chef dropped that bomb, the takeout will still linger
  Twenty crazy christians, to lock in hole and heat up
  Who the finger rap singer with hip layers of phlegm
  Caused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friend
  I ran out emotion, my rap style's devotion
  I got hosts for you Soviet peoples across the ocean
  My path releases, volcanic acids
  Engage in the page activity is autographics
  Fraction of my busting microphones start to lust and
  words plays over power practice might bust em
  The black male persuasion known to hunt you for sane
  The Big Apple verbal concert, for the occasion
  The vital snap, now insert my Spinal Tap
  I got forty more swipes to pipe, thirty slapped
  The power from the cram broke the bottom of the pan
  With Earth Wind and Fire, ice water dead grams
  American hustler up and coming with a vengeance
  Makes no magnet charge, plug vivid my extension
  one lesson motivation for my pistol profestation
  Slang person nailed now we move on a motation
  Location, point-blank, on point be the vessel
  Politic the defecit measure, point the decibel
  We're credible, renaissance, eatin off the barrel
  Advanced chemo, Die Hard to my demo
  
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