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Yo yo yo |
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Right about now your mind is mine and, |
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my mind is yours, if you down for the cause |
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that I'm kickin in effect is effective music |
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Let it blink at the street like your first slow stick and go |
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Right about now my mind is mine and |
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my mind is yours, to enjoy the shinin' |
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I'm inclined to give more than just a piece of my mind at love |
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See this is all of the above |
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Yo, right about now, my mind is yours and, |
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Your mind is yours, for a gain or a loss, |
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Whether accept or reject, perfect or defect |
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Turn up or rewind, turn down and eject |
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The point is, you're free as a bird |
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I know this because somehow someway is this shit you heard |
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And the time and the place where bullshit's preferred |
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The odds of even oppurtunity is absurd |
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But yo, right about now I'm on your dial |
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your deck, your straight table, and oh yeah, your mind |
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Even physically consider me the sweat on your nose |
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The tone in your voice, the funk in your toes |
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The chill in your spine, the stoppage of time |
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As if the matrix was inserted in your chest like you was Optimus Prime |
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I be the, glint in your eyes and the sight of the blind |
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And you be the, living reason why I'm writing this rhyme |
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I be the, dap in your hand that you give to your man |
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When you open what you open mouth covered by your other hand |
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Brother its the first time that you heard, second time that you played |
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Or the third when you finally understand |
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Right about now I be MC J-Live, although I wear many hats |
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And several titles, its vital, the recital is recognized, |
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that hip hop will never be idle, when its right about now |
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[Verse 2] |
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Right about now I hope you recognize that the name of the song |
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Is not Right About Now, but All of the Above |
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The soundtrack is courtesy of, DJ Spinna, |
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So be careful when you enter the realm, |
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we all real but feelings are so strong |
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They clouded from the facts if you not on track |
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And the fact is even being yourself takes practice |
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When you front too hard, you never get it back |
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But the, question is, who am I? Who is this? |
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Is it live, is it real, is it here, is it deep, |
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Can you summarize with letters |
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like (J-B-K-N-Y-D-O-D-D-J-M-C) |
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Is it, deeper than digital, uncrunchable |
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With your 0's and 1's, |
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And never get the whole sum |
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Is it, residual into where you're coming from? |
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Smaller than the prodigal son, the old gettin dumb |
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Is it full of your breast, of the old (worldness?) |
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And gettin chewed up (on chest?) |
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Just to relieve the sufferin or |
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Tryin' a party till the headlights go off |
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The heads light up when I go off |
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Is he tougher than nails, or sharp as a tack |
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Approximate, or right and exact, Is he pro-dope, or anti-wack |
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Conscious or slack, representin yellow, brown, and black |
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Strong enough to attack, or wise enough to hold back |
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"Yes" ... <---Sampled from "My Philosophy"- Boogie Down Productions |
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The answer precisely, |
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whether it be hard like Shao Kahn, or soft as Tai Chi, |
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it's the balance of life, you call it equality |
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yins and yangs rivalry slash comradery |
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Its the speed of thoughts, calculated musically |
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Celebrated naturally, elevated constantly |
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Right about now you can bubble in A to Z |
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Cuz its question and the answer, and the album is me |
