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(This is the mellow) |
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(Rhyme was def, and then it went this way...) |
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( VERSE 1 ) |
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Basically it's like this |
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My patterns of talking exist |
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As a funky manoeuvre of reciting lyrics |
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Stayin calm, but then droppin my bombs |
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With my voltrons, protons and my atoms |
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Boom! An explosion, I'm speakin very complicated |
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Where others have failed I have conquered and excelerated |
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Like Courtland in his court I command the fort |
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The teacher that's teachin, and I need no support |
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Now few people can talk, but more people can gawk |
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But I prefer that you be down with my block |
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Because my funky dope spanglish for sure gettin dumb |
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Evaluatin suckers scared of my second comin |
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Now everytime I see ya, you try to bite the formula |
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But I'm just ignorin ya, and tellin ya, it ain't for ya |
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Don't take this as a diss, fella or dweller |
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Just showin you my form through my Talkapella |
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(Ooh, that's funky) |
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(Ooh, that's funky, momma) |
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(Rhyme was def, and then it went this way...) |
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( VERSE 2 ) |
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Yes, I'm the one with the profound sound |
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Clockin my music dope all around |
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See, from what I give ya you will receive |
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It's all in the delivery from A-c-e |
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Till my mind control is controllin my mind |
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And I'm lettin you know that I'm controllin mine |
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Cause I could buck your head, yeah (buck) |
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I could buck your head, yeah (buck) |
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I could buck your head one time, yo |
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But see, I haven't got the time to do the crime, yo |
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No, I haven't got the time to do the time, yo |
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I'm just hypin, hypin up the atmosphere, y'all |
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There's no one that I fear, y'all, I make this very clear, y'all |
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I smack you with a lyric until you start to cheer, y'all |
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So listen to the funky chumpie that I brought to share, y'all |
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Not a ??? of character, but I'm still there after |
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Everyone's gone from the scene, cause I don't care if the... |
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I just wanna bring, yo, my crazy funky lingo |
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Displayed upon the microphone when I want to swing, yo |
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Yes, my talkism is gonna be a seller |
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Through my Talkapella |
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(Ooh, that's funky) |
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(Ooh, that's funky, momma) |
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( VERSE 3 ) |
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By now you love the rhythm |
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Cause how I like to give em |
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I'm not a greedy brother, you want some? |
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Take this for some |
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Now get funky, that's why I gave it to ya |
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That's right, I definitely had to save it for ya |
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Yes, I want you to enjoy my methods of speak |
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No worries, be happy, mi tribe is elite |
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Yes, I'm equipped with the hype tip |
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Of speakin, yes, talkin somethin you can deal with |
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But it's somethin 'bout the hip-hop, we just can't live without it |
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Give us a place to be, and then we'll absolutely house it |
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The beat concoct trauma after at a coma |
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And you will find an exclamation after the word drama! |
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Then you will learn I'm on ya, and I will be upon ya |
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Because it's dope, my man, you see, I know that you'll respond to |
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My talkism is gonna be a seller |
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You wanna know why? Causer it's my Talkapella |
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(This is the mellow) |