Affirmative Action - Remix Edited Version
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Affirm, the entire firm is being engaged in conspiracy We have to have somebody on the inside The FBI so much as spits in your direction I know you'll do your best to protect the firm (Trackmaster) Check it, uh Protect this, n-, for the necklace I throw the death wish The pretty slim sex sh- to rep this Remember Fox said this, we on some next sh- We are blessed this, the scars on our back mean we meant this To lie for 'em, the 25-sentence to keep my eyes on 'em I'm straight, knowin' Allah'll shine on 'em Sh- drugs and drama Opposite three pretty thugs and a don mama Fill in the rest, the steel in they chest When Boogs threw the kiss of death, it was over, and we laid out Chill, I was open off the way he -, it was real For real, I was - with mills and he was frag-ile We wildin', the Brown Stallion stay stylin' On the low foulin', the whole Firm wildin' We lucked it, I know the trick - with On some duct sh-, heard through the grape that she - The Firm, Sos' and Esco, mad loco Fox and 'Mega for whatever And through this cheddar, we gon' stay family 'til we fry, though The fam'll never split, even if one of us got old Along with our Kikos, we gon' blaze 'til the brick go Peep the Na-Na, sweet taboo 'The Firm' tattooed on the ta-ta Now, tell me what crew will hold it down like we do, Da-Da? 'Til the death of this, murderous moves pursue effortless Iced necklace, high-priced dressed executives Peep the grammar, slim built, strong stamina Long with - Play for keeps, any shut-eye, you stay sleep Sh- remain deep, get shells thrown at ya Range Jeep Giuliani sweep got all the kings goin' up creek Devil life biz, now, who left controllin' the streets? No intelligence, strictly slow n- minds are negligent It's evident, Feds vest-up, raid ya residence We all for livin', heavyweight Firm division Mind detect mind, eatin' swine's against my religion You know the steez, take aim - It's the prophecies, not the philosophies of Socrates All thoroughbreds takin' the corners, y'all need to join us Firm most powerful nation of rap performers High-class generals, confidants payin' lawyers Swift as Oscar De La Hoya, Green Beret warriors Fakes, I peep 'em like the J. Kennedy tape In the nude with Jude, bustin' all in her face In other words, yo, you see-through My man built the Sugar Hill from a sweet tooth We all eat 'cause I speak truth Uneducated black youth, street diploma Teach Greeks and Romans, but the legacy was stolen It's a Firm thing, generally gleam I wrote the theme on how to sell a million While you crabs is mad at ya promotion team I roll with the nicest Fox, black Isis pushin' Benz without a license Gear tight as vice-grips Nas got 19 wifies, seven sheisty, nine of 'em Pisces Three white meats under Tai Chi Wildin', big links is heavy like weights That you throw on a pit-bull neck while feedin' him raw steak It's core, take more cake I take the crown off the so-called king of the town and lock it down! Yeah, dunn! That's it, dunn! Y'all n- ripped that sh-, yo, word is bond! That's that real sh- for all y'all fake mother- out there, yo! That's how we do it from Queensbridge, n- The Firm! What! This is Jungle, yo Big Jungle, boy, what! Y'all n- don't want it Yo, Style, if these n- don't know right now, yo F- all them n- then
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:22
- Key
- 6
- Tempo
- 94 BPM