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Three thousand!!! |
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Three thousand!! |
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I crank up lyrical flows, spit spats, what's that |
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The pattern records, don't touch the dats, yo |
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Check out the pro skills, medic fulfills |
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Contact react to style i'm back you lack |
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Channels and handles, automator's on the panels |
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Turnin knobs you slobs suckers like baskin robs |
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Carvel don't tell your whole crew is ice cream fudge |
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Rappers that budge, makin moves step in grooves |
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And ride the pace like at thirty-three dark shades |
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Now you seein me |
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Rap moves on to the year three thousand |
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Three thousand! |
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Three thousand! |
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Three thousand! |
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Let me shuffle red red red see the black heart it ain't hard |
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Pick and choose you lose oops you lost |
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Check out the boss on broadway down to walkways |
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Suckers with mics that end up with tooth decay |
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I, the doctor, stop ya, in your world rock ya |
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Heads bop, forever tunes and they won't stop like hip-hop |
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Keeps growing, sick of sick of showing |
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Scratches in matress business money reattaches worldwide |
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Deep inside stops the diamond rocks |
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In a million world, billion world, quitrillion world |
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Rap moves on to the year three thousand |
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Three thousand! |
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Three thousand! |
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Three thousand! |
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Three thousand! |
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As space i've shown participator acts walk up clog up and mess up |
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Water down the sound, that comes from the ghetto |
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In the middle the core you tour explore experience |
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What is real you feel, changing ways |
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Commercial rap's in the grave, stuff on disc that's very wack |
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That you saved, you think it's good won't go platinum |
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Or even turn wood, sell the cassette |
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Your homey's tape deck gets wet |
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You my pet, my poodle chicken noodle's on the rise |
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Open your eyes and see my life |
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Rap moves on to the year three thousand! |
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Three thousand!! |
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Three thousand!! |
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Three thousand!! |
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Three thousand!!! |
