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We Good

Yeah, I see you P'Rrahh

It's Mr. Kardinal, we good

Worry about us, it's Kardinal OffishallKnahmean, circle niggaz in dis

Y'knahmean, straight from T Dot

Linked up with grand master of the beats, P'Rrrah

It's the Pete Rock, yeah, NY to T DotC'mon, yeah, raisin' my fist

Is like the bat sign, bringin' out lyricists

I attract heat, I be the under overground

Microphone magician, subteranean, unindentified sky-toucherManeuver the machines and rip apart MC's

And hang 'em from the seams

Large nigga seem scary out in the hood

Shootin' tic-tac-toe in your BurberryFor generations, a cold verse killer's been chillin' out

Waitin' in the cut, spillin' out

Hot shit, yeah they feelin me now 'cause I linked with Pete

The best at it since Nas and 'Illmatic'

Respect is automatic, got it, well hold itA lot of MC's will need it to pay they rent, sewed it

And eventually fold it check my resume

I'm like H&R Block when I rock

Y'all niggaz get the greatest return, plus a 3rd degree burn

When I earn airtime like H. SternKardinal's like a 20 carat diamond

Up in the rough dust, New York check the shinin'

I'm intertwinin', line for line combinin'

With Mr. Rock rhymin, flowin' on time and

Stop your whinin,' y'all couldn't let go

Since I flowed over the remix of 'Grindin''We good , don't worry 'bout us, nigga, we good

Kardinal and Pete Rock crank up in the hood

(Yeah when I'm in the USA, they say, "Yes, DJ")

When Pete's in the blend they say "My nigga, come again"We good , don't worry 'bout us, nigga ,we good

Kardinal and Pete Rock crank up in the hood

(When I'm in J.A. they say, "Yes, DJ")

When I'm in the C A N they say "my nigga come again"Yeah, what makes the best rapper, ice on the wrist?

Ice on the chain? Ice in the bucket with the Crist'?

Ice grill, iced down, ice inside my frown

Ice start sparklin' on the spaghetti strap gownKardinal, nickname, No Gimmicks

Still nigga to get up in it, rip the place down

Rock a wife beater, show off my belly when I'm ready

The type to drive around on bootleg PirellisMC's gettin' stuck like clubgoers in Chi-Town

Rip any prick from Brixton to my town

The T Dot, yeah ,you know me

Bringin' back the bad bwoy style, yeah, ya owe meGun finger in da air, shootin' blanks

Thinkin' 'bout the day I can live next to Phil Banks

'Til then, my circle niggaz straight out the hood

Don't worry 'bout us, nigga, we goodWe good , don't worry 'bout us, nigga, we good

Kardinal and Pete Rock crank up in the hood

(When I'm in J.A. they say, "Yes, DJ")

When I'm in Brixton they say "My nigga, come again"Yo, yo, protect your Head & Shoulders when the Kardinal bust

Boy, take care of two in one shot like Pert Plus

Niggaz get dumb live on acetate

Massacre masses of MC's on mixtapesStreet cats get taken out with street raps

Live from the streets where peeps meet to see a weak nigga

See defeat, take a week to look back

And reflect on how you can't spit when Kardinal speakUnique like occasional crackheads

Monster talk to settin 'off a gourmet, verse like rice pilaf

I'm great, save the petty black trash talkin for Ricky LakeWe good don't worry 'bout us, nigga, we good

Kardinal and Pete Rock crank up in the hood

(When I'm in the USA, they say ,"Yes, DJ")

When I'm in the C A N they say, "My nigga, come again"We good (we good) don't worry 'bout us, nigga we good

Kardinal and Pete Rock crank up in the hood

(Yo when I'm in J.A. they say, "Yes, DJ")

When Pete's in the blend they say, "My nigga, come again"

We good

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