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    [Nas Escobar]
    You ever dance with the devil under the pale moonlight?
    Desperados, travellin
    What the fuck's up son?
    We could do this word up, we could do this

    Chrous: The Firm

    Spend too many nights on the Henny gettin right
    Breakin big face Bennies, bettin against the friendly dice
    I can't call it, it's goin too good to spoil it
    Tell it like it is, the raw shit never recorded
    (repeat 2X)

    At a thousand degree Celsius I make MC's melt
    Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself
    Let me explain how I maintain thresholds to pain
    I walk across the Sun barefoot lookin for shade
    I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range
    and change the position of your brain
    My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that
    nigga, get ya wig peeled back
    I scalp you like the indians on horseback
    Running Bull will hit you harder than runningback
    Stunning man with brave and cunning rap
    Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks
    Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back
    Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats
    From wax to analog tapes to digital DAT's
    It's critical black, that Canibus is ill like that
    In fact perhaps you should quit rap, instead of always
    tryin to diss back, cause niggaz keep tellin you that your shit's wack
    I rip raps, hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat
    Put you in the figure four, break your thorax
    Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back
    til I hear it snap or crackle, the ref says chill black
    You get clapped bringin the wrong raps to combat
    Like bringin a paint gun to a shoot out with real gats
    Y'all niggaz is wack, rappin over microphone feedback
    My intelligence begins where yours peaks at
    From Fox Boogie in the see-through brasierre, to Nasty Nas
    My nigga Nature'll explain it further if it's not clear

    [Nas and Foxy Brown]
    Millionaire look at the sky make sure it's still there
    Ice grill stares and my jewelry is in every year
    Pierre Cardan back in a Dapper Dan time
    Now flex, angle wrecks, Foxy rock Van Klein

    [Nas Escobar]
    Initiated to the Firm shit, real thugs learn quick
    Sit back and feel the ultimate hit
    Initiated to the Firm shit, real thugs learn quick
    Sit back and feel the ultimate hit

    [AZ the Visualiza]
    Yo lock in, do the knowledge, follow the doctrine
    We clockin, on your airwaves, keepin it rockin
    Blaze up, make fire, light your Purple Haze up
    Betcha tired, bitch ass niggaz need to be caged up
    So raise up fuck the playin, I'm sick of layin
    I can picture sprayin off an SK, shells ricochetin
    Snatched up, in Supreme Court, eyes half shut
    Co-defendant caught a life sentence, seem him crack up
    React what, who will, bail two mill'
    Nigga cool still bet I'll be home before the news will
    Blast fuse and leave purple Frank Matthews
    Perhaps you confuse the concept black, cash rules
    Incog-ged, another had more deez involved
    Known freeze condo seize seven keys dissolved
    Daily routine, speakin up for niggaz who sling
    Hand to hand on them street corners claimin you king
    It's time to lock this, join with us, let your glock spit
    Guzzle the toxic, only fake niggaz drop snitch
    Get your guns out, it don't take much for me to dumb out
    Play one route, lay ya shit down and run South

    Here's the cause of this shit, more statistics
    Deeper than the laws of physics, Malibu sand, the gorgeous bitches
    Weed from 1-2-5, my whole crew live
    A true Desperado, one that never choose sides
    and show sympathy, just QB, an entity
    Stock exchange, top of the game, watch you mention me
    Image is nothin just obey your thirst
    I blaze the Purple Haze, sit in a daze, then display your birth
    For those concerned or just eager to learn
    I speak for The Firm, was told to keep the cheeba to burn
    Stashin my riches, past traditions, like Olympics
    pass the torch flip shit so y'all could picture my thoughts, I'm driftin
    It's type ill wakin up lookin like filth
    Twenty years younger same hunger same ice grill
    Genetically form grade A pedigree
    Born to carve rhymes, a swift tongue helped to set it free
    Theoretically peep how we bless this, young and restless
    Guns and westins, learnin to connect through lessons
    From cool feats to camps, niggaz shoot back
    It's a proven fact, nine-seven's mine, y'all niggaz move back


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