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Once about a time there was a kid |
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Who didn't have a bicycle or a car that skid |
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Only thing he had was pat and turner |
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He didn't know the future but the lesson to learn-ah |
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Way to get started in the music biz |
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Just listen to the story as |
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I tell it like it is |
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I was a youngster from east junior high school |
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Who thought somebody with adidas sweat-shirt was cool |
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It symbolized somethin, but |
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I don't know |
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I wanted to be down really really bad so |
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I asked one of my best friends derek mangareu"c'mon man can |
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I be down can |
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I be down witcha crew? " |
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He had one by the name of masters of control |
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I wanted to be down, so |
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I could play the role |
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He said, "no you're not good enough we have ours mark" |
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I went home and sat in the room with no lights in the dark |
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And this is gonna be a rough rendezvous |
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And that's why |
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I sing this song to you |
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I'm a lonely soldier.. yeah.. |
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Many miles from home.. |
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With a heart that's heavy.. |
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And with.. a will that's strong |
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I got a little older, three years to be exact |
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When a crew named midnight express gave me a crack |
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It consist of one mc and two dj's |
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And the way kevin d cut had me amazed |
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It was like |
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I just joined the lakers |
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Or even rock steady or the new york city breakers |
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I was in 11th grade, at ? ? high |
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They was sayin they was sayin hey what's wrong with this guy |
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Because all he do, is bang on tables and mumble |
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And doin music with his mouth like a band ensemble |
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Or the human beatbox wasn't thought about |
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And the teachers they thought |
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I was crazy without a doubt |
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I guess they didn't understand what |
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I was comin from |
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Since I was into mc'n, they thought |
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I was dumb |
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Then there was a teacher by the name of ms. k parke |
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Since I was good at rememberin numbers she said |
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I was smart |
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But that don't got nothin to do with this rendezvous |
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And that's why |
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I sing this song to you! |
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I'm a lonely soldier.. yeah.. |
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Many miles from home.. |
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With a heart that's heavy.. |
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And with.. a will that's strong |
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I was a walkin son of a gun before the day |
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I begunI'ma tell you how it started, from day one |
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Well me, I lived in >? ? <, they lived in c.i. |
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I was ambitious and devoted til the day |
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I'd dieI used to get on fair islip, take the s-42 |
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Get off at bunanan street, and go to the house of the crew |
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I would walk from c.i., to bay shore |
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Just to see if |
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I really had the rhymes galore |
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I'd go to house parties here, go to house parties there |
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Walk the ? ? ? ? pants off my derriere |
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Like if I was david carridine who played "kung fu" |
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Who would walk from china to japan without a shoe |
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Hummin beats, sayin rhymes, kept me goin |
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From givin up or bein crazy, or just stop flowin |
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My teachers and parents said, |
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I should just stop |
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Just go to army go to college get a job witcha pops? ! |
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I can't take no more of this rendezvous |
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And that's why |
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I sing this song to you! |
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I'm a lonely soldier.. yeah.. |
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Many miles from home.. |
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With a heart that's heavy.. |
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And with.. a will that's strong |
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I'm a lonely soldier.. |
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Many miles from home.. |
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With a heart that's heavy.. |
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And with.. a will that's strong |
