Born with three 7's in my head
   ""Once again back is the incredible" --> Chuck D<
   Yeah, yeah
   It's the return of the Wild Style fashionist
   Smashin hits, make it hard to adapt to this
   Put pizazz and jazz in this, and cash in this
   Mastered this, flash this and make em clap to this
   DJ's throw on cuts and obey the crowd
   Just pump the volume up, and play it loud
   Hip-Hop's embedded, before I said I wouldn't let it
   Straight off the top, I knew I'd be forced to rock
   Dancefloors just stop, the spot's scorchin hot
   Hoping I open Rakim Allah seminars
   Massage at the bar smokin ten dollar cigars
   while I admire midas, with more vision than TV's
   I find it easy catchin diabetes from fly sweeties
   Sit back and wait to hear a slammin track
   Rockin jams by popular demand, I'm back
  
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   I control the crowd, you know I hold it down
   When it drop you know it's jiggy when you hear the sound
   From town to town, until it's world reknowned
   And I rock New York City all year around
  
   Check it out
   It's on so you can swerve when it's heard in clubs
   Equations are drawn up in paisley form
   Mic it stay warm, my flow is Evian
   Deep as a Nautilus, you stay dipped in Ra style
   from the shores of Long Island to Panama Canal
   Intellect pitches new trends like a clothes designer
   I'm in effect, quicker than medicines in China
   Split the mic open fill it with somethin potent to go in
   and take a toke then, mental planes start floatin
   Hot science is smokin altitudes cause chokin
   Product is hypnotic you're soakin and still smokin
   Showin better scenes than grams of amphetamines
   Plans to scheme, means I'll forever fiend
   Long as the mic is loud and the volume is pumpin
   I'ma move crowds to 2000
  
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   Yo, my rhymes and lyrics, find spirits like a seance
   Since fat Cray-ons, I write and display chaos
   My plan is damage, the diagram to where the jam
   I take advantage, until the crowd go bananas
   What a rush I hear cuts then I lust to touch
   Microphones get clutched by the illustrious
   Word spread I inherited, many ways to say the unsaid
   Born with three 7's in my head
   In time no one can seem to blow your mind as far as this
   To find you'll need philosophers and anthropologists
   Astrologists, professors from your smartest colleges
   with knowledge of scholarships, when Ra be droppin this
   Some of the things I know, will be in your next Bible
   When I die go bury me and my notebook in Cairo
   with the great God from Egypt manifest was write rhymes
   align with the stars, I come back to bless the mic
  
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