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Let's go! |
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We gonna mix up the place and tear it up inside! yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! |
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Right about now, it's the mic wrecker, |
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Too big to rhyme, two-time checker, |
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Two times darker to blow the speaker, |
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Too dangerous to bring the creeper. |
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Rollin' with the mic provider, |
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I'm the real rhythm rider, |
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Damage from the infiltrator, |
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Take a break, i'll see you later, |
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Yeah! Come on! |
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Yeah! When i'm on the mic, best realise, as i exercise my vocal suprise, |
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Bored you'll never get with the bass inject, |
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To make your body sweat, |
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I got the rep. |
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As the lyrical master, |
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Banging staright out of your stereo blaster, |
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Faster and faster, we stick with the pace, |
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Ravers watch out, don't screw up your face, |
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And take a break now! |
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Get up! Yeah! |
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Slow down for one more time, yeah! |
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Yeah! Get up! |
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Alright everybody, see you in a minute! |
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Aaaah! |
