All I Know

I make it move like I wanna move with them horns

Let 'em play with them strings while I spit the life of kings

Put a could in the stood with it, we at it

Dudes that was meant to have it

Fans wanna reach out and grab it

I'm just a ordinary man with an unordinary lifestyle

Seen early, I would live as a child

I was conceived a mistake, but through God was really all it take

For me to be born and make the earth shake

This was raised from the bottom so before them plain clones got 'em

Soak up the four square miles to pop 'em

It's me in the flesh, here to put the rumours to rest

And let you celebrate hip hop's best

From the womb to the tomb hit the game real soon

With a tune that's gonn take sun straight to the moon

Taddau

See it's my turn now, all competitors bow

All you sayin' is 'WOW'

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All i know, it's the way it gotta go and everything you take to hold me down.

All i see it's the way it gotta be if you came to see me hit the town.

This is my vibe the way I survive and peoples can't play me out of bounds.

Here's my point on the Jazzy Jeff joint, that's why CL can wear the crown

When you think about the pedigree, I own the whole catalog

All i'm sayin' is don't sleep on me dawg

I really walked them streets there

Schooled them young wolves, CL will slay anything in his way.

Okay it's all about the aura I project

That ultimate connect and how you see me as a man of respect, right?

So it's like a mutual agreement, all your feed is in the seamon

Learn the rules, let you earn your pay sure

Knows of when you think of what it cost

And how the world forced me to kill 'em softly baby

How the music sound from the basement and how the world blessed me

Who let you see the fame don't impress me, dig it?

Why it's cut from a different cloth, blood it, set it off,

Keep a real nice piece of the love easy.

Anytime you can hold ya head

Then you can hold some bread and realte to what CL said, yes...

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Jazzy Jeff on the turntables, CL on the M-I-C

Philly on up to the NYC and breakdances, God, Tags in the trainyard.

Wild style fat laced, thugz locked up from a 1980's case

Goons with them grown kids used to them long bids

Meet you on the dance floor

Slash the visit then a lot from the rep to?

And seein it all makes sense

If im the king, then that should make you the fresh prince

Send for the driver, you lookin at the real soul survivor

Like my man J Period's mix tape, the man on fire

Featuring a guested Jeff host

You marvel at the up close and personal

Meeting other minds

You should read the signs, this is what reclines

The thoughts in my lazy boy

Fit like a hand and glove

Through the city of brotherly love