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Microphone check one, two got to run |
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Cause everything's money and son I got none |
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so I got to put my time in rhyme in |
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With my crew kicking down tracks and climbing |
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Coming at you flowing sideways |
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Everything's my way |
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Kicking down rhymes from Friday to Friday |
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Debunk all the things that I find untrue |
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Got to make my way back cause |
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I got you |
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Time, I think its dead, I know it's dead |
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So lay down the rhythm and box out the beat |
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so let me get back to the program |
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If you don't get it then here comes the diagram |
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Boxing down beats like a heavyweight fighter |
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Spitting out rhymes like a Pulitzer writer |
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Always on top cause I won't ever let down |
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Blowing down beasts like a nuclear meltdown |
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Do what I can cause I got to get through |
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And I won't ever come back cause I got you |
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Can I get that far |
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Let the time fly and give it up to the volume |
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With the funkadelic flow so I got you. |
