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Outside of me, you try to picture me |
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Young and black, that ain't no mystery |
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But inside runs deep like an ocean |
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You couldn't understand if |
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I spoke in slow motion |
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I'm tryin like hell to get some results |
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But you can bet your ass that it's difficult |
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They try to keep it down, because |
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I talk to a beat in other words, because |
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I try to T |
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EACH But if |
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I talk that yang-yang shit like "U Can't Touch This," that shit'll hit |
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Don't we have any morals anymore? |
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Or did rap take the toll out the fuckin door? |
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Well if it did, hardcore's back to claim it |
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I'ma take it, change it, |
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FUCK IT, rename it |
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I got the plan, now let's make it effective |
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You hip-hoppers you |
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GOT to be selective |
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And stop lettin that |
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BULLSHIT slide for rap |
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Can't you see that it's a brainwash.. trap? |
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I rap a Cha |
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Cha Cha, and |
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I sat and watched |
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You liked that shit, you rock around the fuckin clock |
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But when I talk of education, you fear that |
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Drugs and such, you don't wanna hear that |
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First I pleased you, now |
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I teach you |
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DON'T YOU |
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DARE try to bite the hand that'll lead you to the pot of gold, over the rainbow |
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Lyte'll guide you, |
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I know the way to go |
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So just close your eyes and just take my hand |
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Remember M |
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C Lyte has the master plan |
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We can go |
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THICK, in a posse |
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You ain't said nuttin slick, |
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I'm goin kamikaze .. |
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Inside of me, you try to picture me |
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Can you detect, can you see |
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I'm angry? |
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Well usually |
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Lyte don't get upset |
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But when I see wack shit gettin pressed |
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I get VEXE |
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D Turn on the video -- what's this mess? |
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A disgrace to rap and |
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I'm not impressed |
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So just leave, get out my domain |
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You lame sucker, you fuckin no-name |
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Takin up my airtime, with that |
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WEAK WHACK |
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FULL OF FU |
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LL OF BULL |
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SHIT RHYME so step off |
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ROACH, or get stepped upon |
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Because my rhymes they spray like |
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D-Con 4 Do you want more? |
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Cause I floor.. |
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ANY emcee that wanna gets with me |
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So yo, pack your bags, and skedaddle |
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Just walk, cause you don't wanna battle |
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I got the button that'll get rid of wack emcees |
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It's called the |
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Brooklynizer, have you beggin on your knees |
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So quit takin up space on the |
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CD rack You better prepare, cause |
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Lyte gives no slack |
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Inside of me, dwells a hundred maniacs |
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Waitin for the kickoff, waitin for attack |
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Who gives a |
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FUCK?? Bring your posse! |
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Cause in the 90's, |
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Lyte is goin kamikaze .. |
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Inside -- there's no flipside |
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Outside there's more than meets the eye |
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So now you know, not because you're guessin |
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But because |
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I told you so, |
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I never fess |
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Everyone wants to rap, what's this a wagon? |
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Bring your band and hop and start draggin |
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All you rappers, you're fuckin impersonators |
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Sayin I'll rap now, and learn how to rap later |
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No time for that, time is too short |
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And the rappin gift it can not be bought |
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A solo artist - |
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HAH, you can't be |
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Maybe you'll look |
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BETTER with a posse |
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But all that you're talkin, you ain't sayin shit! |
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So why you where you at? |
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I think you oughta quit |
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Posses don't |
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MATTER in the 90's |
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Here's a warning -- |
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Lyte is goin kamikaze! |
