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The Ghost of Christopher Wallace

アーティスト:Jay Electronica 

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The game ain't been the same since B.I.G died And Wu swarmed on New York from out that beehive Don't talk to me bout MC's got skill Don't talk to me bout whose the king of the hill Don't talk to me bout whose the best alive Or whose in your top five, cause he's not ill Real recognize real, stick to your deal Try to make a cool mill' off the sin-gle With that ringtone to appeal, in three years, you'll be nil Meal by mouth, my appeal down south Is like the Nation of Islam's when Ali knocked Liston out A universal change from what appeared as just a bout All aboard, it's the last train, soul train A bottle of Ciroc could turn a private jet to Soul Plane Put your seats back, your tray down and feet up Cause we about to heat up From Baton Rouge to Jerusalem, rap crews we bruisin' 'em


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