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Uh, uh, uh, hardcore, [*****s)! |
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Uh, uh, uh, hardcore, j-j-j yeah... er... |
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Alright, well... got my *****t down here... smoke that *****t... |
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We bout to just do some nice stuff here wassup... |
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Aaaaaaaaaaaah... |
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UH! My style hurts doesn't it? |
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Turn around and your hole crews loving it |
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Uh, you tried stiff neck thugging it |
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Couldn't sleep 'cause your mind had a bug in it |
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Buzzing without *****, extract |
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And you thought I wasn't coming? Well you need a slap |
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Let me see, chapter three, verse one, and I'm on |
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Wait, fore warning you of the coming of kong |
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Come on, splash little fishy can you swim in the pond? |
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Are you that, breaking the wall will your building respond? |
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To the pressure, walking with the strength of my predecessor |
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Ancient, I never walk alone |
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I'm up against the stereo-mono-typical |
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Visualising wealth is not applicable |
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Now, my brain cries out for me to read |
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With movement inspired by Johnsy D and Benjy Read |
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[Chorus] |
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The Globe keeps spinning (The hole damn world is) |
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But I ain't moving (Excuse me?) |
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We can't keep joking (No no no no) |
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Break the lock if the door's not open now (Break it down break it down) |
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The Globe keeps spinning (The hole damn world is) |
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But I ain't moving (Excuse me?) |
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We can't keep joking (No no no no) |
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Break the lock if the door's not open now |
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Concepts get abandoned with no gloves |
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Traditional trends evaporate like soap suds |
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The innercity whirlpool will suck you up like |
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A person with a temper can [*****] you up right? |
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Time to bring back down to syndromes |
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Custard in your eye like Bugsy Malone |
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You need to stay calm with napalm attached to ya |
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Embrace arm in gasoline strike a match to ya |
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Now, now do you feel enlightened? |
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Well I don't and I'm the one writing |
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Anything versus everything really means nothing |
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Can't be a king pea**** - I hate strutting |
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Dressed up semi-jiggy I might frustrate somethin' |
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A lion in the wardrobe is ready to break somethin' |
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Mr Fantastic Fox |
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The Awkward individ' that makes the wack (*****t) hot |
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My jazz addiction is a preminition of war |
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When visible tussels appear on the dance floor |
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The sweat breaks to the beat, freak of the month, year, decade |
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Vacuum the essay, now lets say |
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I'm one in a million, a million in one room |
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You want an interview with the killer of monsoons? |
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I'll sing sonnets to don and donnettes, ok? |
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I'm terrible with a broom sweeping your mess away |
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[Chorus] |
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"...two, three, break!" [x3] |
