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Regeneration |
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Composer; DJ Premier |
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Maestro; Sir Nas |
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Yeah |
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Nas in the building |
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Premier's in the building |
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Yeah |
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This is how we redefine, the music |
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Let's go |
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[Verse: Nas] |
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Yeah, ya'll know I gets it on, sip on Dom |
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Clear the throat, wet the palate |
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Compose a ballet, then expose a rare talent |
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The kick drum will have you numb, the snare's valid |
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That's how Premier styles it |
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Yeah ya'll know he gets it on, that's a given |
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Every song I've written, make the sky clear blue |
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Like the beginning scenes of The Simpsons |
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Dominions of the British Empire |
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We'll listen to Bach, with tea and biscuits |
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Preem revisits, songs centuries old |
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Hip-Hop; symphony's orchestras out cold with it |
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You know the flow's administered |
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By the deputy, rhyme prime-minister |
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Sir Nas, I'm certified |
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Please be seated and your shirt and tie, dress is on |
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Arrive early, when the curtains rise, bet it's on |
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A certain etiquette involved with this |
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Unlike any other music genre is, bring the drama in |