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[Kinetics]: I know a place back home where the dopest rap was livin' Poets had a vision but never noticed swag or image And rappers wore sweats whenever they stormed sets Cause the word "swag" wasn't even born yet See I'm from New York, so you know for my city I gotta battle So the hottest rap'll be returned to the Rotten Apple You gettin' socked and tackled, talkin' that sweet stuff I'mma get a police truck, capture all these cheese puffs And send 'em to Rikers Island to show 'em what bars is Cause your bars are Charizard, you Pop-Tart kids See, I am an arsonist, bars charged with larceny No one gives a fuck if you ever started on varsity Dog, you get a cracked dome, go back home I been keepin' it thoroughbred and I still be watchin' my cash grow Go back to the Roots, where's ya Common Sense at? A hip-hop Tribe Called, and they want their Quest back