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Chill out, transformers, born to meet the skies |
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Transformers, more than meet the eyes |
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T-Bone, go, go, Kurtis blow y'all |
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Gimme the bomb, I'm chillin' |
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Go through it, dance |
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Now the next little item that I wanna discuss |
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Is the body-suckin' rappers that must be smokin' dust |
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When you make the kinda records that diss females |
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Frontin' on a story when it's just a tall tale |
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To diss a female is a lowdown shame |
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But you suckers make the records 'cause you wanna get fame |
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All you radio cats, don't play that crap |
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Can't you see they're messin' up in all the name of the rap |
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Now all these years rappers worked so hard |
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To give rappin' a name and all you rappers a job |
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But now you peasy-head B-boys get me upset |
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When you diss around and cut and then you just defect |
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Don't forget LaToya and the real Roxanne |
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Can't you think of somethin' else, you know what I'm sayin'? |
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But all you MC's just keep on illin', that's okay, 'cause I'm chillin' |
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Transformers, dance, born to meet the skies |
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I'm chillin', gimme the bomb |
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Now wherever you go I just want you to know |
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That I'm runnin' the show at twenty below |
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So let me tell you what it takes 'cause the others fake |
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It must've been imitate but those are the breaks |
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I'm a Leo the Lion, the lion with desire |
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When I'm rappin' on the mic, I set the world on fire |
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Devastatin', motivatin', complicatin', perpatratin' |
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Rappers who want to be on top |
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Stop, can't you see me in trouble, bo? It's rockin' the spot, yeah |
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And don't you ever forget it, trooper, workin' all day |
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It's time for Superman just to give you a break |
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Along with a go-go band, yes, yes, y'all |
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Can't you understand? What's the name of this jam? |
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I'm chillin', get funky, to the bridge |
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Get ready for it, y'all, get ready, baby |
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Alright, y'all, alright, here we go, y'all |
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Here I go, here I go, y'all, say what? |
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I said dance, I'm chillin' |
