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This jam I created will leave you devastated |
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And when I'm finished rockin you will appreciate it |
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The structure of this rhyme will reign supreme |
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To have a cut like this is a MC's dream |
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You first heard this cut, you thought it was irreceptible |
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Now you're groovin to it, that makes it acceptable |
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Party people, listen to my word |
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The note on the door said 'do not disturb' |
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While I create the jam to take you little bit higher |
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Don't get close, this cut is on fire |
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Causin much damage like a nuclear war |
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You know what time it is, I'm always reachin for more |
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To turn the party out my rhymes are always suitable |
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Considered very healthy like a sauna, therapeutical |
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Owner of the mic, yeah, L-o-c |
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Never spent a day in college, got many degrees |
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Not fully educated but dedicated |
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Until this jam I was extremely underrated |
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Now I'm rockin parties from sea to sea |
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Talkin 'bout everything from a to z |
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Some say my style is laxadasical |
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Now you hear the music and you say, "That's the way to go" |
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A show, a gig, it has signs to picket |
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Now I'm rockin stronger and you want free tickets |
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You once-a-month rapper, you're weak and you've shown it |
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Don't waste my time, I need an opponent |
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Not only will I dog you but I make you retire |
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Don't get close, this cut is on fire |
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Last time you heard my voice you claimed it was obnoxious |
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Your foot started tappin, it was in your self-conscience |
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I know it's hard to believe a million sold |
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Everytime I start bustin, you lose control |
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My verbal coalition is a little outrageous |
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Like a plague my rap is contagious |
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Causin much grief, no sympathy for pain |
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Hard beats and fresh lyrics is what I attain |
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You can take this brand new style of hip-hop |
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Cold put it at the bottom, it will reach the top |
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Because the rhyme is so def, you stand in amazement |
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Time's up, I got another engagement |
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Rhymes never empty, I keep them replenished |
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The crowd skeezer-teaser until they're finished |
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Smoke from the cut, you better put on your glasses |
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Guaranteed to knock you all on your asses |
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And ashes to ashes, and dust to dust |
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Like on the back of the dollar it says 'In God We Trust' |
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The smoke-filled room make the suckers perspire |
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Don't get close, this cut is on fire |
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Can you dig it? |
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We gon' blow the house up in smoke |
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With the MC Tone Loc |
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You guessed it, baby |
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I was born and raised on the West Coast |
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Tone-Loc, the master, the host |
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The O.G. town I represent |
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Well, I'm the mayor, governor and president |
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L.A. - where it's sunny all year |
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The first city to bust the Fila gear |
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L.A. [Name] Sergio Tacchini |
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Venice Beach, home of the fit bikini |
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From Compton, Watts to Pasadena |
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If you don't seen a fly girl it's a misdemeanor |
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The town to astound, city by the shore |
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Our posse's in the house and we're coolin hardcore |
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You never seen a MC with such style and finesse |
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Wearin hella silk shirts and pants by Guess |
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You can search the universe, but you never will find |
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Another MC with a style like mine |
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Cause if you do, we'll battle to hell |
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And your head'll be cracked like the Liberty Bell |
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Like a sculpture and a statue I'm pittoresque |
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Hardcore lover, rhymer with the beat that's def |
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Yo, don't worry, cause I be back |
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You won't look at the bottom, be at the top of the stack |
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Believe what I say, I'm not known as a liar |
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Don't get close, this cut is on fire |
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And you know that |
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'89 is mine |
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Any MC like this you will find hard to find |
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You know what I'm sayin? |
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I'm 'bout to check outta here |
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Tone-Loc |
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Remember that, aight? |
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It's time for the wild thing |
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See ya later |
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I'm gone |
