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Yo let's find the competition |
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So I can destroy |
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The wack mc's who claim they're |
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Headed for stardom |
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They think I can't subtract |
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The car 'dallac will come back, |
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Wax and tax da part |
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Bought back the track that was lost |
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I kept, these suckers are gone |
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D.j. Action is back |
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And |
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D.j. Action is hard |
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Put rhymes together are clever |
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Tougher than leather however |
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Mc's of tropical feathers |
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Don't claim to battle- I'm better |
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Mcs died by the dozen |
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Said they was dope but they wasn't |
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Now I'm tellin you cousin |
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Get off my jock, cause you buggin |
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Got a rhyme let's get tour |
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Gave you a chance but you blew it |
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You fell a geek an I knew it |
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Action is back so don't do it. |
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See, I perfected perfection |
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Give me some time, jus a second |
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So I can rhyme my selection |
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My rhymes will burning... |
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You see I've seen and I saw |
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A lot of fiends on the draw |
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Tryin' to get with the king |
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Cool out the king's on the floor |
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It's time to cool and I chill |
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It's time to school and I kill |
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If you're down for the fill |
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Jus let me know and I will |
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Come around for the brawl |
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Some m.c.'s bank but... |
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They crumple up like toy |
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Because my mission is to seek and destroy |
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Here it comes |
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The voice of the invincible |
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You're gettin dumb |
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Come now, let's be sensible |
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You couldn't hang with the master mind |
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Of records... shit |
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So get a grip and come equioped |
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Cause I'm gonna show the real meaning of a massacre |
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A mad man, disaster |
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Cause I is da great one. |
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I'll never 'fess unless the best |
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Puts the great to test |
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An I'm gonna jus watch 'em |
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Crumple up just like a leave in December |
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Cut em tough |
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And yell 'timber! ' |
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And afta the pathc is clear |
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I stand |
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The immortal survivor Action |
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I can't be stopped cause |
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I'm gonna rock until you drop |
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So full of action |
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That you'll get dizzy then you'll pop |
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I'm the mastermind and not a toy |
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And my mission |
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Is to seek and destroy |
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I come equipped |
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Ready for a? wide? war |
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Mc's get flipped |
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One at at time over |
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And over, flogged and fleeced |
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The punks get beat |
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They can't compete |
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Do't try to make me slip |
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I'm gonna speak |
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I'll break and take the fake |
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Who claimed to make the place |
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To dominate 'cha mate |
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From state to state |
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Away from the states |
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You makin and then begin to ache |
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The head |
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More like an earthquake |
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Lyrics begin to penetrate, |
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To spin, the wind that breaks |
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The skin |
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You evaporate! |
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That's when I'm gonna have to make |
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A jam to hold my own |
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Because I control the zone |
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A rap |
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Step off, I'm on the microphone |
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If you test the best |
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Go check arrests and ask the press |
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How many hands were put to rest |
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And Act' will just go get my w? |
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And hit the ses' |
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And still be posin a threat. |
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Cause I'm the mastermind and not a toy |
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And my mision is to |
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Seek and destroy. |
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Let me continue or should I say finish this? |
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This is a dope jam. |
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Though Some are wishin' this |
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Will be the last that ya heard of the Act' |
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But I'll be back |
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To attack on another track |
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But until then you all follow the dream |
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Peace! |
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Now let me hear ya scream. |
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Eh Yo Red, cut that up real funky for me |
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Ya know what I'm sayin? |
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Cause this is the Geto Boys dope jam |
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Of '89 rockin' it all the way into the '90s |
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And to the entire rap-a-lot family |
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D, Act, and the Geto boys say "Peace! " |
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Ha Ha! |
