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Artist: The UMC's |
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Album: Unleashed |
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Song: Time to Set it Straight |
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Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha |
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Yeah, nineteen ninety-three |
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Uh-huh (UM-UMC) |
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Bring it |
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[Haas-G] |
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Uno, dos, tres, cuatro |
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Oops upside your head because I Marx ya like Groucho |
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Aiyyo I'm not a slouch so, ladies scream and shout (HO!) |
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Brother work it out (BO!) static bo bo bo I blow |
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Hard like the wind then I'll spin ya topsy turvy |
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I serve thee, here's a fruity orange for ya scurvy |
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I'm my own lucky charm in the middle of my pants |
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Wanna dance, I wind up and bogle on that ass, yo |
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Rico, I'm suave, Benito, I drive a |
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Crowd to get wild from the aisle here comes a style |
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I'm the undisputed master of charisma party ripper like |
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Shaq I be nimble, I be quick, I see the wack |
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MC's who need some style |
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Tryin to fake moves on my two I sonic boom ya like Nile |
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Cause I'm the wildest, crazy kind of guy born free |
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I'm Haas G (awwww) I got the shit to set you free |
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Woooo, yeah, yeah, ha ha |
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For my peoples yo, for my peoples (my peoples) |
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For my peoples yo, for my peoples (my peoples) |
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For my peoples yo, for my peoples |
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[Kool Kim] |
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Hey yo I be the rough rugged MC with The Streetcar Named Desire |
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Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire |
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Now I heard you had the matzo |
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I put my peoples on the show and TAKE IT |
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If we want it, so nigga don't flaunt it |
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Now you tried to be the Don of, the hip-hop nation |
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Yeah your beats is kind of fat, but your lyrics, starvation |
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Now you're stumped, you gotsta have the skill to make it thump |
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Ya damn, anal wart, herpe bump, your lyrics don't make me jump |
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Now, I might crossover when my dough is all spent |
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Because ain't nothin, goin on, but the rent |
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I come from S-T-A-T-E-N-I-S-L-A-N-D |
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And be the grand wizard lyricist, Kim UMC |
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I serve the hot buttered SOUL on my hip-hop roll |
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And yo I can't be undersold and, my word as good as gold |
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I won't fold under pressure when your girl let me undress her |
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My eyeballs out of my head like, my dear Uncle Fester |
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Gave myself a future career from the days of Blue Cheese |
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And now there's one thousand two thousand three thousand UMC's |
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Uhh, yeah yeah |
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Yo, UMC'n type situation in the house |
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Yo, I got one question for the masses kid, one question |
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[Kool Kim] |
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Hey yo, who gets sex to my rhymes? HEY! |
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C'mon, who gets sex to my rhymes? UHH! |
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Cause you know that I can cha-cha, with Nina, Maria, Sobrito |
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Bendejo, y Chocha, el Mixo, completo |
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So parles vouz couche avec ma se shwa |
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Me and Haas G, and Sousie, menage-a-tois |
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Now, I bag the mad honies round the world for sport |
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And then I get up, get up, inside she boom boom shots |
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Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, yo, check it out kid |
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Yo bring em down street kid, yo bring em down (bring em down) |
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Yo bring em down street kid, yo break em down |
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[Haas G] |
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Aiyyo I roll rope, on my boat, gently down the stream I turn |
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Hood like Robin, now I'm out to get the green |
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Cause I'm the lean mean rap machine at the fingers snap my team |
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Tighten like grave men when I ain't misbehavin |
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Yo just gimme a little light, I grab a mic I get started |
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To cold act ill, uhh, get retarded |
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Then I take off, I Jetson, like George when I wrecks em |
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God bless em, I leave em raptified when I hex em |
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Right on, right on, right on |
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Yo, check it out |
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We wanna do it like this for nineteen ninety-three |
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First and foremost, the major shout to the mighty UMC crew |
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I wanna say whassup to my peoples Ruckus |
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I wanna give a massive shout to three-two-one |
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I wanna say whassup to my peoples Cold Crush |
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All the way down to Ill Breed |
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I wanna say whassup to my Oran B |
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And Cool Craig is in the house |
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Staten Isle's in the house |
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Staten Island comes first everytime |
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Brooklyn's in the house |
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Queens is in the house |
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Uptown's in the house |
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Bronx is in the house |
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I wanna say whassup to Long Island kid |
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Yeah, UMC's forever, always, we out |