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Hold your flix, I'm not for the photo op's |
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It's Black, code name Yaphet Kotto ock |
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My twist like a ratchet in an auto shop |
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Since granddaddy old Desoto stopped and he got the Caddie |
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I been gladly servin, any y'all cats wanna act determined |
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Spit pesticides for rats and vermin |
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Seem like none of y'all chumps is learning |
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Y'all hopeless, and I'm a little better than dope is |
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Far from a brand new kid to show biz |
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Tryna hold on, maintain my focus |
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Coming out a room with a could of smoke |
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Smokers rolling with the punches |
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I survive and rock |
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'Cause I keep the crowd alive |
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And the texture of my voice |
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Is course and kind of hoarse and cut |
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Like I'm throwing a thousand knives |
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Party people gather 'round |
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What we have here is a brand new sound |
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Reach for my waist, you hit the ground |
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You better duck when that awful sound goes |
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(Boom, boom, boom) |
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Yeah, that's what's happenin' in the parking lot |
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(Boom, boom, boom) |
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Yeah, that's whats happenin' on stage |
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The man at hand that rule the school |
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And reach and teach the blind and find a way from A to Z |
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And be the most to boast, I'm load and proud |
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The game and reign that remain |
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The heat is on so feel the fire come off the empire or the |
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More higher level of depth one step beyond dope |
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To suckers all scope and hope to cop a note |
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'Cause I could never let 'em on top of me |
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I play 'em out like a game of Monopoly |
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Let it speed around the board like an astro |
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And send them to jail for tryna pass go |
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Shaking them up, breaking them up, taking no stuff |
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But it still ain't loud enough |
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So quest love let the fire roast |
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So I can flow and we can kill the whole show 'cause |
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Party people gather 'round |
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What we have here is a brand new sound |
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Reach for my waist, you hit the ground |
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You better duck when that awful sound goes |
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(Boom, boom, boom) |
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Yeah, that's what's happenin' in the parking lot |
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(Boom, boom, boom) |
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Yeah, that's whats happenin' on stage |
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I'm live, design a finer rhyme that's right on time |
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One step beyond and not behind the line |
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That separates thought from divine |
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You can take it as a caution or a warning sign |
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Look for antonyms, words I'm sending em |
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Homonyms, synonyms good like M 'n' M's |
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You know the time when it's Riq Gees slicing |
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I turn a Mic's last name into Tyson |
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My brain like a factory constantly creating |
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Materials stitch by stitch for decoration |
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My lyrics one fabric the beat is a lining |
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My passion of rhyming is fashion designing |
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Now it get sorted 'cause people wanna sport it ya bought it |
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If you didn't then you couldn't afford it |
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Poetry full of surprises it's like a game show |
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And my brain go, I do my thing yo |
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Party people gather 'round |
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What we have here is a brand new sound |
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Reach for my waist, you hit the ground |
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You better duck when that awful sound goes |
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(Boom, boom, boom) |
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Yeah, that's what's happenin' in the parking lot |
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(Boom, boom, boom) |
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Yeah, that's whats happenin' on stage |
