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This one definitely goes out on a censorship tip |
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So everybody sit back, relax and have a champagne sip |
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We gonna teach these people out there who are |
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Against saying what we want to say the right way |
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Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do |
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Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man |
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DJ Pete Rock, prducer extrodinaire, yo Pete Rock |
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Make it clear |
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I can flex, bend, lend a pen to a friend |
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Keep a party pimping from now to then |
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I don't have to swear, curse or juggle |
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Lyrics in the verse to make a party bubble |
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So mister Censorship, tell me, what's your problem |
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There's girlies on the corner, and phifey can't solve 'em |
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How did she say it, I'm curious G |
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DOes she say honey love me, or baby baby, funny |
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Anyway, we say what we wanna say |
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Play how we wanna play, feels good that way |
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So G Rap, huh, it's time to kick a verse |
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Do your man a favor and don't curse |
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You're telling me don't curse on a verse, they did it worse |
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First I put a curse on every verse |
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I kind of got outrageous |
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Check it, even made a record on how I'm doing on the B-I-T-C-Hes |
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Drop some verses for the bust |
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Every word that you heard is cause I didn't give a f-, aw shucks |
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Hey yo, I almost forgot |
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The curse is a plot but it's getting kinda hot |
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So I'ma let profanity retire, hey |
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But if worse comes to worse, I'll cut you out like Richard Pryor |
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So Grand Puba, kick a verse |
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But do your man a favor and don't curse |
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Don't curse bust it |
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I won't curse, I'll take a famous curse word and just say kcuf |
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Kcuf flipped around the other way means ha |
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Boy when I do, I see, I can't get stuck |
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Jump on the mic then I earn a quick buck |
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Buck meaning loot, then I grab some boots |
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And set wit my troops |
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For those who can't follow and got stuck |
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Kcuf flipped the other way means ahem, hem hem |
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It's just a curse, I freaked a nurse in a hearse |
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But I made sure I had my hat first |
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CL Smooth, it's time to kick a verse |
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God cypher the rhyme, you can't curse |
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Go ahead ask me, when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nope |
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Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap |
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Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo |
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Scooping on the skinz in the church from your bingo |
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Sounds of the Mecca, dark fresh from the tailor |
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Because they made a movie when he cuss like a sailor |
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Better yet, dialect dirty like a subway |
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Freaking for your loot, here to make it go the other way |
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In a vocabulary scrimage |
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But cursing in my village ain't good for my image |
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So Big Daddy, you know it's time to kick a verse |
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But do your man a favor, don't curse |
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Uhn, the smooth rap inventor that enter |
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Parental discretion's not advised so there's no need to censor |
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Kiss on, peep it, but you want to beep it, what |
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I feel like slapping a sticker on ya (chill chill, see) but |
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Too magical rhymes are too tragical |
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For any source to stop Kane from getting capital |
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If I thought sticking me was dissing me |
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Man, don't you know that this would be worse than Stephen King's Misery |
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So clean all profanity, stealing all the man to be |
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Rocking any microphone you're handing me |
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So Heavy D, I'm about to disperse |
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So kick another verse and don't forget not to curse |
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God Bless but I can't mess around wit the curses |
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So I'm a kick verses or a verse |
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Soul brother #1 here to kick facts |
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Smoke the microphone and produce crazy tracks |
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Your my bad bro, let's start the flow |
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I'm a kick rhymes till it's time for me to go |
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I can't curse cause Heavy D said so |
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Now I'm a get back to the subject |
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Get wreck, if you think I'm bluffing, just check |
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Wit the crew, Pete Rock and CL Smooth very down to earth |
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And we didn't have to curse |
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Yea, yea the Abstract poet Q-tip of a Tribe Called Quest |
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Here to wreck, y'knowhatI'msayin |
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Got my man Pete Rock and my man Heavy D in the house |
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And we're definitley chilling on the lifted tip |
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So bust the spit out, aha |
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Flim flam flim, lick my big black stuff |
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Plus I kick a curse to be rough enuff |
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You can put the sticker where the sun don't shine |
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So back off and let me get mine |
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Visions in my head when it's dealing wit hits |
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If I had 4 girls then I lick 8 its |
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Wait, don't wanna hear no drama |
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Cause the bum didaly Heav is a fav of my mama's |
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So I blew out get mad lifted |
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Don't have to say up the show that I'm gifted |
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God bless me 'cause I reach my 21st |
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Heavy D, don't drop a curse |
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Peace, peace, peace to the preacher |
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I'm talking about a verse without a curse that's how I reach ya |
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I can rock a party without a swear or a harsh verb |
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Backwards, no curse words, Heavy D prefers |
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So swing, swing to the Soul bequiem rhythm |
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Before I say goodbye, let me tell ya how I hit 'em |
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CL, Pete Rock, G Rap, Maxwell |
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Big Daddy, Q-Tip and ah me as well |
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Time to say peace, thank Pete for the beats |
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This funky beat was made for the street |
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Notice how clean that we kept every verse |
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But if worst came to worst (We all say a curse) |
