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Soon as I was born I knew I was due to do some damage

Came out the womb, doctors passed me around the room and panicked

Four pounds, dark purple, couldn't even breathe on my own

Shakin' baby in an incubator

Breathing machine for my lungs

Doctor told my mom and pops they gon' have to keep me for a couple months

Papa regretting doing coke, mama probably those couple blunts

Little did they know there was nothing to be ashamed of

As long as we keep the unconditional love between us

I feel like the Mona Lisa

Hospital found out my pops had a lapse in his insurance

I learned just how people are quick to turn

The doctor came back and said "we gon' release him"

That's the same thing in my first deal the label head said

Same as the judge after 365 days in jail cells

You probably think my moms and pops ain't raise me well

Wait, please, I was hard-headed

The only person who could get through to me was maybe Jay-Z

They tried to give my autistic son medicine for ADHD

Same kid who could look at a piano and memorize all 88 keys

I learned everything I need to know at day one in the hospital

They gonna doubt you, nigga

And you can't even pay no one to care about you, nigga

As we proceed to give you what you need

My name is DJ Premier

I'd like to introduce to you Ant Man Wonder

On behalf of Bad-Half Entertainment and Works of Mart

PRhyme 2 is coming

1966, March 21st

In July 17th, '61 marks the birth

The birth of two phenoms

I'm talking about Chris Edward Martin and Keith Edward Elam

This is for the real Gang Starr fans

Not the ones who call us P-Rhyme

One come from Massachusetts, the other from Texas

Had a dream to become the next shit

Filled up his whole truck trunk with records

And moved to New York

That's where Premier the god linked with Guru the lord

If ever duplicated, hell froze

And there was a blue moon before it

And that shit birthed Group Home

Freddie Foxxx, inspired shit like Jay Z, Nas, B.I.G

I'm just comin' clean like the Jeru song

Yo! MTV raps, Rakim in the back

Fab 5 Freddy in the hat interviewing Chubb Rock

Pac in cut with his boots and juice on

Pac still killin' to this day, still the one they tryna be

Y'all know I'm from Detroit

I'm digging in the crates, now I'm from the diamond D

I ain't wit show biz

I'm just AG tryna sign me a Fat Joe deal and go and ball

And every bitch I got OG is on call, that's O.C

Bitch, I confess that I finesse

I smile at death like Malcolm X

I'm solid, yes, in '99 I told myself

If I could figure out how to bottle it I'd be out of debt

Y'all niggas just novices

Y'all can just move inside

I got that car pedestrian confidence, yes sir

I got that Uber Drive

Y'all wanna know who the best is

Look around at who alive and who done died (Then what?)

Then look at me, Kendrick Lamar and Pusha T

Em and the Slaughters

Y'all don't have to look any further for the rhymers

Y'all are the past, at the present time I'm the future

Cause all my competition tryin' be designers

I'm just tired of being underrated by these lazy bloggers

They just tired of re-rewinding

Y'all tired of me saying I'm the greatest? (Y'all tired yet?)

Fuck y'all, I'm tired of re-reminding

I survived Vietnam and my city laid me a grave

Prem laced me boom-boom-God-damn with Lady of Rage

Since then I've been on my Jaimie and Rae

Nobody seeing me

She douche, I give her dick she never forget, that's D and D

Prem cut

Come on back with me, this black history