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Hall Of Fame
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Lyrics Hall Of Fame
Yea, it's the Baldhead SLick ya heard, aka
dog ruizi, my man Solar on the track. I'm about
to hit one out the park baby. Peep this
[Chorus]
You need to put me in the hall of fame
I'm worldwide, a legend in this game. *Check the resume*
You could put me in the hall of fame
I'm worldwide, a legend in this, *Check the resume* (2X)
[Verse 1]
Peep my groundwork, check how it's masterfully laid
Composition when written gets classically made
Start with a concept then collect the beat
Sit and write the bomb shit and rep the streets
Respect my state of mind, I never waste a line
Suckers are featherweight, while I'm heavyweight with mine
I caught more war scars than others profess to
Don't ask me to kick no rap, ask me to bless you
It's special, just like a brand new three-eighty
Have you thrash your CD, 'cause man your forgaize
Or you could catch me with the gods building
You can catch me on the mic, spitting juice to all the god's children
If I sold out, I could've sold millions
But in a minute, I'm about to hold billions
'Cause after the charade, and after the parade
Niggaz got to pay homage, to the master of this trade
[Chorus] - 2X
[Verse 2]
My lineage is large, my pilgreamage was hard
dog ruizi, my man Solar on the track. I'm about
to hit one out the park baby. Peep this
[Chorus]
You need to put me in the hall of fame
I'm worldwide, a legend in this game. *Check the resume*
You could put me in the hall of fame
I'm worldwide, a legend in this, *Check the resume* (2X)
[Verse 1]
Peep my groundwork, check how it's masterfully laid
Composition when written gets classically made
Start with a concept then collect the beat
Sit and write the bomb shit and rep the streets
Respect my state of mind, I never waste a line
Suckers are featherweight, while I'm heavyweight with mine
I caught more war scars than others profess to
Don't ask me to kick no rap, ask me to bless you
It's special, just like a brand new three-eighty
Have you thrash your CD, 'cause man your forgaize
Or you could catch me with the gods building
You can catch me on the mic, spitting juice to all the god's children
If I sold out, I could've sold millions
But in a minute, I'm about to hold billions
'Cause after the charade, and after the parade
Niggaz got to pay homage, to the master of this trade
[Chorus] - 2X
[Verse 2]
My lineage is large, my pilgreamage was hard
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