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*This is the beat y'all of the year* |
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Swift as wind, slammin harder than a domino |
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MC's surrender, consider my attitude the bomb |
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Toy or pro, don't you know I'm from the Pro |
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The intent of the jam's to let the rhymes flow |
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The name Low Pro will grow stronger over centuries |
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But when you say our name, then don't forget to mention these |
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Dope jams, that kept suckers in check |
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Yo, you know Low Pro will keep flowin correct |
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To melodies like these eliminate MC's |
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Pump the volume on the JVC |
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Kick the bass, but no too loud, drainin the lyrics |
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I took my time with this rhyme, so y'all can hear it |
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Now dig it, time to get busy, Low Pro is on a uproar |
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Jackin MC's between tours |
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Just takin what's mine, I'm not a thug of any kind |
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But some of y'all gotta be for bitin my rhyme |
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So let the flow take control of your body and soul |
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Hit the park with a quart of old gold |
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Grab a girlie, cool out, while the W is showin' |
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How a young boy can keep em flowin' |
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Now keep 'em flowin' |
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DJ Aladdin |
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*I'd flow in the Nile* |
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[Sample from |
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Eric B. & Rakim:My Melody |
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Keep flowin' |
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Tired of all these rappers talkin' bout the same thing |
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Who got the most money, or the biggest gold chain |
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It's a shame, I can't even turn my radio on |
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Without hearin' some punk with a wack-out song |
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What it's a wack season? That's all i'm hearin' on the radio |
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Punks are comin softer than soft, they're like Clay-doh |
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But play the bank stable and able But for a rhyme that's fatal |
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You punks remind me of Play-doh |
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Cheap slapped together artificial material |
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You shitty-drawers rapper, yo, you're sweeter than cereal |
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You all sound alike, tryin to hang with the trend |
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But then again nowadays I think wack is in |
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I don't sweat it no more, I used throw a tantrum |
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When I seen a wack record on the chart go platinum |
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But now I see it ain't who you know or who's deffer |
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It's all on who's behind you to support that record |
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Comin from the streets of L.A. this ain't a joke |
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And in Compton brothers gettin smoked over dope |
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Gangsters standin on the corner waitin to blast |
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On any sucker they see, yo, with the wrong color rag |
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That's why I'm recitin' this poem showin' and flowin' |
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Yo, we got to come together, start growin and growin' |
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Despite the negativity, this life has been goin' |
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Put our minds to work and let the lyrics keep flowin' |
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So keep 'em flowin' |
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DJ Aladdin |
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*I'd flow in the Nile* |
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Keep flowin' |
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Grab a pen, take notes, focus on the turntable |
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Some call him dope, but I call Aladdin fatal |
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Think he ain't, sucker duck, I think you better start walkin' |
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Yo yo Aladdin, let your fingers do the talkin' |
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*Bite it* |
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This ain't a mickey mouse theme, You scheme, you're bound to get beat, chief |
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Run up, punk, and walk away with no teeth |
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Don't sleep on the W, dope lyrics are mandatory |
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A young warrior designed to tell the real story |
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About the Profile, roll the carpet down the aisle |
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I'm steadily black on black, and I be damned if I smile |
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Or snuggle, juggle, pop a grin or even chuckle |
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Step towards the Doub and taste five rugged knuckles |
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So when I get to flowin, yo, it's nothin but smooth sailin' |
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That's illin out, plus steadily prevailin' |
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And swellin' on the top of the hip-hop list |
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Yo yo, take me for a joke a quick way to get dissed |
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Boy, the jack of all trades is like the ace of spades |
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Aladdin cut the record like a brother with a blade |
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While the W recites on the mic all night |
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Keep the party in check, but suckers still try to bite |
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They get upset when they pop a cassette |
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And hear the Profile bailin in deep, deep effect |
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Yo, we make jams for just about everybody |
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To let you know this ain't nothin but a party |
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With history, messages, stories I'm showin |
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Througout eternity Low Pro will keep 'em flowin' |
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Now keep 'em flowin' |
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DJ Aladdin |
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*I'd flow in the Nile* |
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*This is the beat y'all of the year* |
