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, i remember how i felt when your tape dropped, like 'how the hell can't find a song that ain't hott', strong voice, your delivery is unmatched, your metaphors made it sure that you run rap, gucci sweater with the kango hats, when you was clubbin lumberjack with the hat to match, when you was thuggin, to this day i listen back to your tracks, like you was buggin, felt like strangling that faggot ass nigga who threw the slug in, and murked the king, probably some jerk who wasn't worth a thing, you gave the ladies all them words to sing, gave the hustlers commandments to live by, my how the time has wizzed by, i know your proud of jay, he a big guy, super nintendo, sega genesis, now it's xbox 360, playstation on the hip, but when it comes to this game, ain't a damn thing changed, damn that man blew out an early flame. cause your still the man, your candle burned out, way before your legend ever lived, i'll see to it that you live, talking bout you to the kids, like this man right here handled his biz, anybody who heard him knows what it is, you wrote my favorite song of all-time, whoever pulled the trigger on you had a small mind, cause see this dude right here was a lot more than rap, i guess he was over ya'll head like a bad quarterback, not mine, when i got signed i dwelled on what he spoke, rhyme for the bitches the niggas want what the bitches want end quote, ain't nobody better at putting emotion on the track, it's well understand why you cause commotion when you rap, man you had the juice, some people think that you lied, you never died, and you back in the booth, man how i wish that was the truth, because with you back in town. we could lead this game back to it's roots, we sincerely miss you, the whole world wished every one of them shells clearly missed you, brenda's baby havin babies, now i'm fed up, i'll address this one though, you keep your head up,

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Artist: joell ortiz