Big Dreams Clipse

[Intro: Pusha T]
Till the casket drops in '09
Play Cloths in stores
Happy holidays

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
It's the reincarnation of Raekwon in an apron
Lou' Vuitton printed and coke scented
Winding through the flow cuz it's so vintage
Nothing like these timid gimmick, prepaid rappers with no minutes
The real niggas live it; they mimic, they H-O-V lane it and don't pin it
The difference, the Blue Magic ain't in it
We should form a senate to govern critic opinion
I watched them niggas throw away the pennant
To he who claims to be the heir, how dare Pusha nay-say it
Them niggas hear me and they mayday it
So I could care less if Jay say it, it's too political when Jay say it!
He play the game, just instant replay it
The best duo ever
I hangman these words together, pouring passion into every letter
This my letter to the better, I Masta Ace
You niggas standing in a master's place
Fuck out my way

Fuck out my way niggas
Clipse!
Till the casket drops
'09 man
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