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Man, I had soul since I was negative three months old |
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When it came to getting down I was bold |
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Kicking steps until you had to put my ass in a choke hold |
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And damn near wouldn't fold |
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Check the picture with the apple jack hat |
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My father even taught me how to skat |
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So I developed the skat into what we call rap |
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And get nasty at that |
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Getting loose is not a problem, it's getting back together |
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I pull girls like a lever, I get tired |
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Bring the coffee to my lips and watch the Large Professor do backflips |
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He got so much soul, he don't need no music [x4] |
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I possess skills in the field of rapping |
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So get down cause I make it happen |
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Pop with a limp, low pro pimp |
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I make other MC's mope |
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Cause their skills ain't developed like negatives |
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Throughout the years, I've done mega kids |
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So don't fix your mouth you say I can't handle |
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I got more sole than a sandle |
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Cooler than a liter of digital soundproof |
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I raise the roof (Ain't that the truth) |
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Got money in the bank, baby pah, I'm a star |
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He got so much soul, he don't need no music [x4] |
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I rip rappers up like a card |
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(Yo Large Professor I want to battle) |
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Man, you're sorry |
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I'm part of the Main Source |
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And we eat DJ's and MC's as the main course |
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For dinner, lunch, brunch, you better break fast |
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Cause I'll eat your whole bunch |
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Or crew, your girl's stuck to me like glue |
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Cause I kick it like a class of kung fu |
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I use a pick in my hair without force |
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You use a lawn mower, you got peat moss |
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Growing on your dome, that's why you're so dumb |
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I'll eat you like a plum |
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Messing with the brother on the beat |
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I share the rhymes that are kicking like feet |
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So don't let me start, holmes |
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Because I'll pull your chart |
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He got so much soul, he don't need no music [x4] |
