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[MC Serch] Long time coming huh Jorge? I gotchu. Hip-Hop to the death Let me tell my story [Verse 1: MC Serch] I'm the blood from the stone And that stone is Far Rock Home is off Virginia near Cornega and Mott We brought kicks from sneaker steez White tees with creased sleeves To make dough we shoveled snow In the fall we'd break leaves Then my pen took its path And I began writing my raps I was kicking it with females In biker shorts and gold caps And Ebony and Mahogany Bring em home to meet my family And when the heads around the way saw me They started dogging me Talking all reckless trynna knock my success Better to climb them stairs instead of project steps See my people in Far Rockaway never seen me more than a block away And when your crew need you How you gonna say no not today? So I got caught between a Rock and hard place But never last place And then we came up with the "Gas Face" KMD Zev Love X Subroc R.I.P We'd get dissed by chicks and this is the face they gave me We'd drive back to Long Beach with my tank on empty And my my bank on empty I had a quarter for a loosey The Newport I inhaled and exhaled through my nose Dusting the cigarette ash from my clothes then I rose Planning to never be in the same place ever again Being broke was my people but it was never my friend But my love will never die I am what I supply See I am Hip-Hop music and I use it to get by And this culture accepted me for the skin that was on me And then came "Step into the A.M." and the "Cactus" CD And it put me on the course that you see me on today And truth be told I would have it no other way That's why I say it's not a game [Kurious] Hey yo' Serch I appreciate you coming through Good looking out yo', y'all used to let me get on stage with you Pop goes the weasel So hot that I'm diesel Nowadays I couldn't paint this picture better on a easel But back then I didn't know what was truly the prize Soon after I'm on tour with Fugees and Nas Such a great honor I wasn't ready I was late bana(?) My whole shit pause like a straight comma I had to search within Take the wrong make it right Mend my broken wings So once again I take flight Now I'm free as the wind Don't know where to begin I gather my thought's every time I breath in Believe in self Give thanks to where it's supposed to go Lord knows my beloved I'm supposed to flow Don't get a twist between that rap and that street shit Stay on the humble But never on no weak shit Those thinkin' otherwise can buckle down and eat dick Get your money, buy a ticket, come see me spit Kurious Jorge See the name in lights Incredible how 20/20 be the hindsight [HOOK:Kadi] Get your rhymes right Get your minds right This that big purse heavyweight prize fight Get your life right (Money) Get your life right This that big purse heavyweight prize fight [Verse 3: MF DOOM] Persistence always overcomes resistance Is the words of Mr. Magic Not to be confused with the magican hat tricks Out the bag, look at what the cat done drug in cousin If you don't know, you buggin There's about to be muggin My brova Jorge is here Swords is clear as I pour beer for years More to share, Cheers It's good to see you back boss Game ain't changed since the Crack to Iraq wars Villian, droolin still share his last snack bar Feeding these chirrens with the knack off The black tarts Swervin' double lines bubble lines been through Nerve to beat the odds when they against you with a pencil It's all in the mental OOOOH saw what he said? Metal Face DOOM open doors with his forehead *click* Call it hands-free wireless The burnout plan and the fans be tireless Turns out there's no bluff Pump you punks but kiss the DOOM Dunks like Sho'Nuff The bottom, pond scum, swallow some To the T-O-P Left for Harlem, what the problem is? Fondel'em