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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Duration
03:22
Key
6
Tempo
94 BPM

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