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Now i'ma say this once again open up your mind |
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Shot heard around the world came from our fresh rhymes |
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The contribution to showbiz, mixed with entertainment |
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Resurrected rhymes, not the same old same |
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Now if you like what we came with |
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And you feel you can sang wit it |
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Peep the verbal language and the way we arranged it |
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Now entertainment to make the people applaud |
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I'm not trying to say my style is better than yours |
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I'm from the graduating class from one-nine-eight-eight |
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L.a. unified school m a h |
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A gangbanger from the streets taught me how to break |
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In south central l.a., ay yo, can you relate? |
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I'm charli 2na |
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The one who ? ? ? ? to keep the snapple in the cooler |
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Used to go to junior high with son doola |
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Old skoola |
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A permanent, element, in ya tournament |
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Tellin it prevalent never delicate when we burnin it |
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Now from l.a. to the u.k. we attempt to rock a party |
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The rhyme and the music you don't hear that no more hardly |
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I can say it's partly, all our faults smarty |
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J5'll bring you more than the shakin of a body |
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Ay yo a child is born but no state of mind |
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But when I first heard it, put words to rhymes |
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I went from hypercars, to powder blue all-stars |
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To hangin on monkey bars catchin spiders and ? ? ? ? |
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[chorus x2] |
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So uh, take it back to the concrete streets |
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Original beats from real live mcs |
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Playground tactics |
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No rabbit-in-a-hat tricks |
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Just act classic, rappin from jurassic |
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I bring the noise plus the funk, entertainin like a dunk |
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>from a snotty-nosed prima donna millionaire punk |
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But uh, I heard a hunch, that somebody might runch(? ) |
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Cuz j5 go together like parties and spiked punch |
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Your crew's captain crunch, and I'm the seven seas |
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Bombin on mc's, crushin crews with ease |
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Brother please you know my steez is 100 degrees |
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With no era bring it live like the trio of terror |
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Trio of terror no mascara, |
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At last your brass surpass pleasure |
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We the last treasure set to entice the cash bearer |
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Mash wearers(? ) who bite my reflection like glass mirrors |
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Be trash pickers who need to consider the past clearer |
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Now what you thought was old and out of date |
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We brought it back alive and changed the shape |
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We put it on wax for those who think that |
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The 5 we energize has been extinct |
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[chorus x2] |
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We takin it back like battles in hallways and bathrooms |
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And battles in the back of the classroom |
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And in the bungalows came a def with flows |
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Lunchtime rhymes you had to prove and show |
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Never the school type, couldn't pronounce the words right |
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The class jester, I was flunkin every semester |
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The summer hit, had it burnin in '86 |
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Class cuttin and runnin wit all the neighborhood derelicts |
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Within the concrete jungle [huh!] we remain humble |
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Akil and akir, bounce, flip and tumble |
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Uh, we never fumble, break down or stumble |
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Hot mumbo jumbo, just bring it when we rumble |
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We push it like the daytona |
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Fresh rhymes we blaze on yas |
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Strictly from california old skool public diplomas |
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We spittin from every corner we flippin it when we wanna |
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Beneath the concrete b street word on ya |
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[chorus x2] |