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D Shade] |
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Every Mont Real area in sterea |
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Uh ha uh ha for every Mont Real area |
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Every area universal on the globe ya know |
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Constantly I'm making moves with my committee |
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Y'all know the vocal infantry that's marching through your intercity |
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To crush down every reptile that aren't so agile |
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They're more like fragile |
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Living the fradulent lifestyle |
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The domicile NDG base of operation |
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Complete steps of creation with Choice and hit locations |
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Far and wide to make our status universal |
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Drop the grammar like a hammer |
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This kid's nice with the verbal |
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>From bouroughs internal, to international circles |
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This army's cornal (sp) keeping it heated like thermal |
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We official to the gristle |
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Forget the artificial |
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We hitting tracks with the impact of a scud missile |
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I'm often travelling from Sutton Square to Madison |
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To catch my feet through acts and talking about plans of actions |
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I stay lean off of Caribean cuisine |
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>From Rainbow, two doors down from the land of green |
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Dem cowbys from Texas bring their forces to the east side |
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Hook up on Saturday, we took it on the real ride |
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That's how we come together on some common ground |
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I'm sending love to Burgundy |
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Uptown and all around |
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{Chorus: D-Shade} |
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Keep all the real heads close |
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And all suckers on the run |
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Illuminate like the sun from the island I'm from |
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Keep all the real heads close |
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And all the suckers on the run |
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Illuminate liek the sun from the island I'm from |
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[Revolution] |
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Welcome to the Island, or sector |
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We're sweeter than nectar |
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Large like a million hectre |
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The location is North West hemisphere |
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Where the parties in the 80s had them swinging off chandilers |
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It's NDG, far from Fantasy Island |
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After Big Break '92 (what happened?) |
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A lot of crews fell silent |
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When troops used to sport click suits and Bally boots |
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I had black Nike socks and air shocks inside my travel foxes |
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For soccer games and the pool at Giraurd Park |
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Or tossing horseshoes with the dreads until it got dark |
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>From Prud'Homme to Grand, back to Elmherst |
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All those suckers who fronted |
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It must have hurt to have your realm burst |
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The whole world is closing in like tunnel vision |
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The numbers of MCs keeps steadily dimishing |
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Run through crews like ink through silk screen |
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The bomb is like napalm |
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Go get some burn cream |
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Stay calm, no need to pull your gun out |
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The SOC will bring the funks out to run about |
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So when you're done with that like attitude |
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Go back to the island you're from, show some gratitude. |
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{Chorus X3} |
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[D-Shade] (Revolution) |
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Mad shout-out to all the crews that are supporting that hip-hop out there |
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Wreck Hard Crew (what up, what up), Tactical Crew (yeah) |
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Obscure Disorder (yeah), all the mad DJs out there (bulding with the?) |
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No doubt, hip-hop universal forever more |
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{Scratching til fad |
