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Uh, yeah, OK, AOTP ES, Celph Titled [Verse 1(Crypt The Warchild)] I solemnly swear, this is my testimony I’mma keep it one hundred while the rest are phony I’m wilding out like suicide is my mission I ain’t trying to be crucified by the system You should take heed, I advise you to listen Watch me break knees, I’m surprising my victims The question remains who am I when I’m spitting? It’s me the MC, I ain’t no new edition My mind’s a coliseum, I spit diamonds that glisten The beat is my journal where these lines will get written Been through the garden, ate the fruit that’s forbidden So back the fuck up when I’m removing my fitted You could never walk in these shoes you don’t fit in Y’all all say you’re hot but that is just your opinion Y’all can all die in the spot that you sit in AOTP, the underground has risen [Chorus] All we do is pray till the game come back That’s why we sitting here building spitting flame on track So what you say don’t matter at all So we gonna sit here and wait till God answer the call All we do is pray till the game come back That’s why we sitting here building spitting flame on track So what you say don’t matter at all So we gonna sit here and wait till God answer the call [Verse 2(Esoteric)] It’s such a pity, ain’t nothing pretty, lyrics bury cats Under one hundred and fifty tons of scum in the city You say you’re popping bottles and stunting like Diddy But your pockets be flatter than a model’s stomach or titties Why you fronting like you’re rugged and gritty? Why I spit it so hot? Why I like Big L and Big Pun more than Biggie and Pac? I’m from that late 90’s era where that Polo wasn’t jig enough ? Gucci and Louis and Prada shit wasn’t big enough I would spit it ridiculous, stay on point like Rondo Y’all bring up the rear like a J-Lo convoy No, they don’t want no beach, they all want their teeth I may go bronco so lay low pronto, chief Four albums in a year, that’s more than in your whole career They all bang, battle out, do more than end your whole career So severe, I beat you with a folding chair, listen AOTP’s what the game’s missing [Chorus] All we do is pray till the game come back That’s why we sitting here building spitting flame on track So what you say don’t matter at all So we gonna sit here and wait till God answer the call All we do is pray till the game come back That’s why we sitting here building spitting flame on track So what you say don’t matter at all So we gonna sit here and wait till God answer the call [Verse 3(Celph Titled)] Yeah yeah, paper money? No I wanna see that iron buck They be robbing hoods so I keep that fryer tucked Try to have these cops take it from me You end up red and blue like a female cop when they mug me Dumping student bodies in front of the student body, air em out Peeking on my radar telling me where’s your whereabouts Magazine drums have your head bobbing Dead body nonstop nodding downhill in a toboggan Shoot the uz too, the house in Honolulu I throw a pineapple grenade at you (luau) Am I conceited? Oh yeah, best believe it Rap supervisor pop up on lawns with firearms to surprise you We’ll be rocking an upside-down visor And it won’t be a whack fashion trend either More like Suge Knight, Vanilla Ice shit, hotel balcony dangling My monsoon is Tom Cruise out doing ? [Chorus] All we do is pray till the game come back That’s why we sitting here building spitting flame on track So what you say don’t matter at all So we gonna sit here and wait till God answer the call All we do is pray till the game come back That’s why we sitting here building spitting flame on track So what you say don’t matter at all So we gonna sit here and wait till God answer the call