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One little, two little, three little indie rap |
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Headphones, backpack, watch 'em all... |
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It goes watch out! |
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Jack the Ripper, Jack Jack the Ripper |
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Peace to Jack Tripper and those well stoned bumper stickers |
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My name is Sean and I never had dreadlocks |
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Instead I got an army full of women screaming Headshots! |
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I guess that explains it, don't it |
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She started to make a mark but it came apart |
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That's what you get for tryin' to make your little sister eat the kitty litter |
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Let's watch a rapper get bitter like the city winter |
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What the **** you thinkin'!? |
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You frustrated or something? Did you have a bad week? |
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Man, you got issues, I feel sorry for you |
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Yo, shitting on me is so 2002, Bitch! |
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Turn your mic off, and turn the lights off |
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Whoever put your record out must have needed write-offs |
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Who they play when the game's in a tight spot? |
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Slug, you can find me in the A's of your iPod |
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Watch out! |
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When the crowd gets loud |
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It could burn up the roof or make the walls all fall down |
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Watch out! |
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When you open up your mouth |
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I can smell that you don't know what you're talking about(It goes) |
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Watch out! |
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We all love a clown |
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But we don't wanna se you climb up out the underground |
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Watch out! |
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If you don't like the sound |
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**** you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town |
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Cars drive by with the booming system |
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I must be getting old cause the bass sounds ridiculous |
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And nowadays, every body's biting Tupac |
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So **** it, I'ma stand over here and do the moonwalk |
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Besides police, I've got no beef |
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Just me, my beliefs and my bad teeth |
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A cargo van and some Ant beets |
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Enough rap to slap you to last week |
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Caught between the vice and the advice |
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Drunk, walking out in traffic just to fly kites |
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Time out, the free-style rhyme out, my last rights |
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**** a classic album, give my life 5 mics |
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And when the smoke clears, you won't be able to suck dick |
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Like you did as a teenage slut trick |
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And with a mat on his grill, he asks "Who the **** are you?" |
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Don't worry man, someday I'ma be nobody too |
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Watch out! |
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When the crowd gets loud |
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It could burn up the roof or make the walls all fall down |
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Watch out! |
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When you open up your mouth |
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I can smell that you don't know what you're talking about(It goes) |
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Watch out! |
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We all love a clown |
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But we don't wanna se you climb up out the underground |
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Watch out! |
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If you don't like the sound |
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**** you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town |
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Look, I understand your hate |
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When I was younger, I wanted to be LL Cool J |
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Then he started making records for the girls and shit |
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So I ripped up the Kangol and threw it away |
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I stole moves from KRS-One |
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A little Big Daddy Cane and some DJ Run |
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And then we took our life and made it into a song |
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And look, nowadays Rhymesayers is on |
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It's the B-I-G D-A double D-Y S-E-A-N |
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He hasn't hit the rooftop to jump, guess he waitin'? |
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For what? I don't know, but who wanna come with me? |
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I got at least one more tool with me |
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So criticize me, or idolize me |
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Study from a distance or stand right beside me |
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It don't matter, just act like I know |
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And watch your back on the beat and get sacked at the free-throw |
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Watch out! |
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When the crowd gets loud |
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It could burn up the roof or make the walls all fall down |
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Watch out! |
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When you open up your mouth |
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I can smell that you don't know what you're talking about(It goes) |
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Watch out! |
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We all love a clown |
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But we don't wanna se you climb up out the underground |
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Watch out! |
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If you don't like the sound |
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**** you! I'm just tryin' to put it down for my home town |
