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Yeah, testing, testing, one two |
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Uhh, one |
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Press the panic button, God |
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We be the crew, guess who, the Jayou |
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R A double S I C |
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We're in the place to be, it don't stop |
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We got the rhythm that makes your fingers snap |
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Crackle, pop pop, fizz fizz |
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We're known to give a show plus handle our bizness |
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Stress stress, we'll destroy |
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We're known to make noise as the original B Boys |
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In the flesh, greater to the depth |
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Creates the ill scenes when we manifest, yes |
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I feel the vibe, I feel the vibe too |
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'Cause it's the butter from the crew |
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'Cause we original, who? |
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Wanna tussle? Flex for the muscle? |
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While we kick the style that busts your blood vessels |
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With the rhythm the ninety-six stylism |
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Pick up a pill and feel 'em kill 'em with your vocalism |
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Yeah, I shoot the gift puffin' another cold spliff |
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Fools are coming quicker than Anna Nicole Smith |
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Malginant metaphors and ganja stay herbs |
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We conjugate verbs and constipate nerds like you |
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I'm here to end the conspiracy, fearlessly |
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So you can really see the real MC's at hand |
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I'm tuna fish on the stickshift |
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The eclectic hectic, desperate to set trip |
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And for the niggaz who feel, that they're 24 karat |
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Plus, the way you're livin' get your underwater baptism |
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Believe it or not, it's the rugged and raw |
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Put a bullet in the head of four in Mount Rushmore |
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Yeah, release the beast from within', baptize gins |
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Keep company with friends that repel sin |
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I'm out to win ain't no pretendin', fuck the first amendment |
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My speech was free, the day that my soul descended |
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Earthbound, we break sound barriers |
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Some niggaz can rhyme, but they got no character |
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So we preparin' you for war, don't give up the fight |
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Because we can't afford to bite |
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And grab a mic and get loose, produce the juice that keeps |
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The head on collosion with the new world order opposition |
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Competition, none, there's only one in the universe |
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That knows the final outcome |
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We got incarcerated minds, men, women and enzymes |
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Vibin' off the rhymes sent from the divine essence |
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Presence, effervesence, not to be contested |
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Some miss the message, go ahead and bless this |
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So don't mistake us for a crew that used to hit |
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We on some underground certified wild style shit |
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We be the crew, guess who and it'll be |
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The Jayou, ninety-five A.D. |
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Be be causin' ramifications, physicians |
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Sendin' brothers on grammar vacations, if they don't listen |
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Competition, bustin' shots on people basin |
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But we can delete constipation |
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Jurassic 5, MC's |
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And we got the cure for this rap disease |
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So come on everybody let's all get down |
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'Cause, I'm down by law and I know my way around |
