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  • Bass for your face, highs for your eyes
    Don't blink,
    Black Ink has arrived, all rise
    Rudebwoys keep dem thing at your side, be alright
    Muh'f****rs
    Philly we up in here, we all live
    I'm puffin this
    Cohiba mami coolin her heels
    All she ever seem to do is play it cool f'real
    She be pus*in, pop vessel, and her shoes is ill
    But her hand, keep slippin on the woodgrain wheel
    But it's cool, we never slippin when there's moves to make
    Especially when what we talkin ain't ya usual cake
    I pump bass for y'all bathin apes, to get charged
    Nah, I'm not a dealer,
    I'm a poet at large
    We in the wind with the roof back, lettin the breeze hit us
    The bathrobe on with sweatpants and slippers
    Comin to pay a visit to whoever on the hitlist
    Some of y'all been tryin for years, you'll never get this fool
    Check it out (stay cool) stay cool daddy (stay cool)
    Stay cool ma (hey, hey) c'mon (Stay cool motherf****rs y'all know the rules) (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool)
    There it is (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool) [Black Thought]
    Hip-Hop my main *****,
    I got a few on the side
    The game stitched y'all
    I'm doin my job
    Go up against enormous odds
    Wouldn't break a sweat, money make her bet
    Funny son you threat, well
    I ain't shakin yet
    Twenty-fo'/sev' chillin, tougher than penicillin
    From the block where the crooked cops killin like a villain
    Children, in the hood gettin rocked by they buildings
    And brothers, 'cross the board gettin knocked by the millions
    The stress, got me ignitin the potent m*******a leaf
    Tryin to play it cooler than a polar bear colony
    You feel the music know
    I'm over there probably
    Pimpin on the same system that forever shorted me
    I got the soul of a young
    Sam Cooke when
    I spit It make you wanna make a new dance up
    It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that stuff
    It's not another sound system rockin steady as us
    And it's cool (Stay cool) yeah (stay cool) stay cool ha (Hey, hey) check it out, and just (Stay cool motherf****rs y'all know the rules) yeah (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool) (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool) [Black Thought]
    Yeah, when
    I'm crusin in my vehicle, the chase harass me
    They never ride past me, they really comin at me right
    They wanna know where the drugs guns and cash be
    Probably wanna get me to run, so they can blast me
    Just, blast me in your box, play my s*it
    I know it's crowded at the top, cause
    I'm on the tip
    And that's as high up at the top, as a brother could get
    And how I do it make a lot of muh'f****rs upset
    But it's fine, re-gizzlin
    I'm back for mine
    In case y'all gettin tired of the same ol' s*ine
    And I'm calm, calculated and perfectly aligned
    The way I'm operatin what is a surgery of rhyme
    It's not a thang when
    I lower the gradient lens frames
    I'm cooler than
    Clyde Stubblefield, drummer for
    James Hip-
    Hop is out of
    Hustleville, comin for change
    I exercise 'til a muscle build, breakin the chains
    And I'm cool (Stay cool) (stay cool) (hey, hey) (Stay cool motherf****rs y'all know the rules) (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool) (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool)
  • Bass for your face, highs for your eyes
    Don't blink,
    Black Ink has arrived, all rise
    Rudebwoys keep dem thing at your side, be alright
    Muh'f****rs
    Philly we up in here, we all live
    I'm puffin this
    Cohiba mami coolin her heels
    All she ever seem to do is play it cool f'real
    She be pus*in, pop vessel, and her shoes is ill
    But her hand, keep slippin on the woodgrain wheel
    But it's cool, we never slippin when there's moves to make
    Especially when what we talkin ain't ya usual cake
    I pump bass for y'all bathin apes, to get charged
    Nah, I'm not a dealer,
    I'm a poet at large
    We in the wind with the roof back, lettin the breeze hit us
    The bathrobe on with sweatpants and slippers
    Comin to pay a visit to whoever on the hitlist
    Some of y'all been tryin for years, you'll never get this fool
    Check it out (stay cool) stay cool daddy (stay cool)
    Stay cool ma (hey, hey) c'mon (Stay cool motherf****rs y'all know the rules) (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool)
    There it is (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool) [Black Thought]
    Hip-Hop my main *****,
    I got a few on the side
    The game stitched y'all
    I'm doin my job
    Go up against enormous odds
    Wouldn't break a sweat, money make her bet
    Funny son you threat, well
    I ain't shakin yet
    Twenty-fo'/sev' chillin, tougher than penicillin
    From the block where the crooked cops killin like a villain
    Children, in the hood gettin rocked by they buildings
    And brothers, 'cross the board gettin knocked by the millions
    The stress, got me ignitin the potent m*******a leaf
    Tryin to play it cooler than a polar bear colony
    You feel the music know
    I'm over there probably
    Pimpin on the same system that forever shorted me
    I got the soul of a young
    Sam Cooke when
    I spit It make you wanna make a new dance up
    It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that stuff
    It's not another sound system rockin steady as us
    And it's cool (Stay cool) yeah (stay cool) stay cool ha (Hey, hey) check it out, and just (Stay cool motherf****rs y'all know the rules) yeah (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool) (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool) [Black Thought]
    Yeah, when
    I'm crusin in my vehicle, the chase harass me
    They never ride past me, they really comin at me right
    They wanna know where the drugs guns and cash be
    Probably wanna get me to run, so they can blast me
    Just, blast me in your box, play my s*it
    I know it's crowded at the top, cause
    I'm on the tip
    And that's as high up at the top, as a brother could get
    And how I do it make a lot of muh'f****rs upset
    But it's fine, re-gizzlin
    I'm back for mine
    In case y'all gettin tired of the same ol' s*ine
    And I'm calm, calculated and perfectly aligned
    The way I'm operatin what is a surgery of rhyme
    It's not a thang when
    I lower the gradient lens frames
    I'm cooler than
    Clyde Stubblefield, drummer for
    James Hip-
    Hop is out of
    Hustleville, comin for change
    I exercise 'til a muscle build, breakin the chains
    And I'm cool (Stay cool) (stay cool) (hey, hey) (Stay cool motherf****rs y'all know the rules) (Hey, stay cool.. stay cool) (Yeah hah hah, stay coooool)