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Leaders of The New School |
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Miscellaneous |
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Sound of the Zeekers @#^**?! |
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Verse 1: Crackerjacks |
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I got the adibles |
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de-deing-zak-zeek-zo goods to eat |
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what to the manilla on your paper |
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it's the rattle with the crackerjack caper |
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now who's said that I was all for my own |
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not did a flesson-flit to brontosaurus on |
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here goes the adible eats cos I eat sweets |
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not stakes summits I got styles |
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STYLES! |
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get it honney tell inning to winning |
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run miles and miles to the speaker |
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super-propelicker it's the Sound of the Zeekers |
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OH! |
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Verse 2: Gollie G |
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Gollie G bumblebee ring around the rosie |
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a quacka full of hosie the hip hop scooby doo why |
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whatch the jar drop let the sunset stop |
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BANG! |
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was my friend to the end |
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Chukie was a lucky so here's your end friend |
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I sets the show ain't brocoli and rice |
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the newer to the new not the old spice |
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mind over matter it's got a true-school-blue |
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betty cracker made it better |
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poindex the flex to track by Busta |
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with a little bit of sore from the Crackerjack store |
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still at will |
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for field up the skill for the jill by the Jack |
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misguided mojo swing low string |
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sing along as I bring along with the song |
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sedated by the maid, meenie mi mo |
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yo, gotta go, GOTTA GOTTA GO SO! |
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on and off but the ending yet stick around |
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cos the zeeko gots the sound |
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Chorus 1: |
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jeepers, creepers, it's the Sound of the Zeekers x2 |
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Verse 3: Sha-Now |
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neverlettheysaid I like a tracks |
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leaders of the new school want the first path |
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flow with this groovy track |
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welcome to Sound of the Zeekers |
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just not get trap taste this lyrical bliss |
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to the brain Sha-Now here there's no shame |
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in my game let me be your remedy man |
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I can hit your ears with the words that I share |
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SO |
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taste this feel forenow I made the grave |
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a rumpely sound that you have to obey |
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Sha-Now in tropical later or here on the scene |
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sounds of the zeekers just not a dream |
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Verse 4: Rumpletilkinz |
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I'm drizzy on may i'm be on the ill tate |
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I'm simply teaching I representing tripulate |
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DOWN the negative ADD the positive |
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pass me why that's my polarity |
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I just ghetto, look ghetto, came from the ghetto |
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but now I got elevel with the flow |
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I riding from the bottom go straight to the top |
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when I'm only in graping on the hip hop pop |
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I'm crossing the line heading for the border |
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feel a quite thirsty, need a cup of water |
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toilet in grandplans they like sub treplets |
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90's are the year of the Rumpeltilskinz |
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take it all witches in throw'em in ditches |
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if you front to this you just kit stitches |
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down with the rumpeltil and I love the redskinz |
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should I begin trancept by friends |
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Geronimo not the animal I dance canibal |
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on the dance floor I willing and able to freak |
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any zeek and I'm out |
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Verse 5: Kallie Weed |
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now this is Kallie Weed pum the version |
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but then it's want to me want to no understand (BOW, BOW!) |
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and when me come about it dance me understand lumpting (BOW, BOW!) |
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it want to the move now is I'm moving on bottom (BOW, BOW!) |
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de inna de dance with LONS (BOW, BOW!) |
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then bu-bum you janord and northest (BOW, BOW!) |
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north east south and west everybody move unploress (BOW, BOW!) |
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inna de 90's hit aye aye (AYE AYE, AYE AYE) |
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Chorus 2: |
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fim fi fo fum, let all the zeekers in the dance |
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fim fi fo fum, Charlie Brown make the dance around |
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Verse 6: Charlie Brown |
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zipiddy dooh doh zipeddy dah, OW! |
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that's only one Charlie Brown zeeker of the speaker |
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much getting louder lunchtime all out with the chines |
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[Peanut's teacher speaking] OW! |
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Crackerjacks taking your back |
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airer like a track now relaters REACT |
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come in to flow, come in to flow |
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better vacation never the less kick pick stick |
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jump the pump grass, nooooow |
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no bizz like showbizz, Brown THERE IS! |
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babble vibrate the ground got speakers |
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OW, OW, ZEEKERS! |
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Verse 7: Dinco D |
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L - O - N - S! |
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zeeker with zest zen jive as crazy |
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minds combine elevating the maze |
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of a cartible character scripture of a picture |
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picture mister D - I - N - C - O! |
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be a fool but speaker with average |
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ever number one but ain't not it's rattle game |
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so I zone and zones of I been |
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a special with sounds so ill I be witness |
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see like zack the Lego maniac |
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you ask what's that? I said bring it back |
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Verse 8: Cut-monitor Milo |
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I got short dreadlocks and right pad SEEKERS! |
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illing on this track call Sound of the ZEEKERS! |
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before I cut low miss this go-ne |
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doing all the merger a fiss in a bledger |
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see I don't ride WOLVES cos I know be faking |
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don't eat bacon cos that's for saking |
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my heavy-digits stay ultra maked |
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no need to play hot cos I can't be frozen |
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just take this as a mailpress token |
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how many pennies do you need to laces? |
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how do you know when you have a six cents |
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PEEM PEEM PEEM! it's the sound of my beeper |
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and the name of this track it's Sound of the Zeekers |
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Verse 9: Busta Rhymes |
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I love the feminine fats when they go (hah, hah) |
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to the hitty-bitty bust then show (hah, hah) |
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babe babe doll, babe babe babe doll |
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showing you Busta Rhymes will never fall |
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everybody in the house have you zeeking make some noise |
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(AAHHHH YEAH YEAH YEAH!) people that we recoging |
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beam back that sound from the blooming (hah, hah) |
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that beatiful sound I'm loving (hah, hah) |
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you find a move riding to the show bizz |
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come to speak, what? in the Lab of Noizes |
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so back off your bats and your creatures |
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react sit back and listen to the Sound of the Zeekers! |
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done! |
