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I ain't no joke, |
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I used to let the mic smoke |
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Now I slam it when |
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I'm done and make sure it's broke |
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When i'm gone no one gets on cuz |
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I won't let |
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Nobody press up and mess up to scene |
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I set I like to stand in a crowd and watch the people wonder damn |
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But think about it then you'll understand |
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I'm just an addict addicted to music |
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Maybe it's a habit, |
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I gotta use it |
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Even if it's jazz on the quiet storm |
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I hook a beat up convert it in a hip-hop form |
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Write a rhyme in graffitti in every show you see me in |
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Deep concentration cuz |
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I'm no comedian |
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Jokers are wild if you wanna be tame |
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I treat you like a child then you're gonna be named |
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Another enemy, not even a friend of me |
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Cuz you'll get fried in the end if you pretend to be |
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Competing cuz |
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I just put your mind on pause |
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And I can beat you when you compare my rhyme wit yours |
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I wake you up and as |
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I stare in your face you seem stun |
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Remember me, the one you got your idea from |
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But soon you start to suffer but you only get rougher |
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When you start to stutter that's when you had enuff of |
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Biting it, |
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I make you choke, you can't provoke |
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You can't cope, you should of broke cuz |
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I ain't no joke |
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I got a question, it's serious as cancer |
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Who can keep the average dancer |
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Hyper as a heart attack nobody smiling |
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Cuz you're expressing the rhyme that |
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I'm styling |
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This is what we all sit down to write |
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You can't make it so you take it home, break it and bite |
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Use pieces and bits of all the hip-hop hits |
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Get the style down pack then it's time to switch |
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Put my tape on pause and add some more to yours |
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Then you figure you're ready for the neighborhood chores |
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The E-M-C- |
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E-E don't even try to be |
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When you come up to speak, don't even lie to me |
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You like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate |
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Then change the rhyme around, that can aggravate me |
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So when you see me come up, freeze |
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Or you'll be one of those 7 |
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MC's They think that |
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I'm a new jack but only if they knew that |
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They who think wrong are they who can't do that |
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Style that |
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I'm doing, they might ruin |
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Patterns of paragraphs based on you and |
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Your offbeat |
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DJ, if anything he play |
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Sound familiar, |
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I'll wait til |
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E say Play 'em, so |
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I'ma have to dis and broke |
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You could get a smack for this, |
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I ain't no joke |
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I hold the microphone like a grudge |
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B'll hold the record so the needle don't budge |
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I hold a conversation cuz when |
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I invent I nominated my |
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DJ the presdient |
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When I'm senile, people freestyle, going steadily |
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So pucker up and whistle my melody |
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But whatever you do, don't miss one |
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They'll be another rough rhyme after this one |
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Before you know it, you're following and fiending |
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Waiting for the punchline to get the meaning |
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Like before the middle of my story |
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I'm telling |
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Nobody beats the |
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R so stop yelling |
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Save it, put it in your pocket for later |
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Cuz I'm moving the crowd and be a record fader |
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No interruptions and the mic is broke |
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When I'm gone, then you can joke |
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Cuz everything is real on a serious tip |
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Keep playing and |
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I varies quick |
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And take you for a walk through hell |
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Feed your dome then watch your eyeballs swell |
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Guide you out of triple stage darkness |
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When it get dark again then |
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I'ma spark this |
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Microphone cuz the heat is on, you see smoke |
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And I'm finish when the beat is gone, |
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I'm no joke |