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(feat. Tragedy) |
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(Feels good) |
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(Tragedy) |
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[VERSE 1] |
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I'm here to bust your shit |
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The mastermind of manuscripts |
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The force of extremity |
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My rhymes are the remedy |
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You can't deal with the T-r-a-g |
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Rap ??? flowin like the Pegasus |
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Rhymin is as easily as the obvious |
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I bust your head pulsating rotating |
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This jam is generating with the motion I'm creating |
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I'm the boy wonder, Tragic super duper |
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Raised in the Bridge, cause I'm a Queensbridge trooper |
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The rebel of the treble, the ebony prince |
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'88 is on the way, I make a big difference |
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I make it visual and intellectually clear |
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(Tragedy) the Rebel is here |
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[VERSE 2] |
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Because I master great kicks turnin flesh to dust |
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And knockin all boots is a definite must |
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Cause I'm havoc, Trag, Tragedy tragic |
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There are many ways to explain my magic |
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The explanatory category best fits me |
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Cause my lyrics are called sweet poetry |
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And I'm sick of b-boys just hippin and hoppin it |
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I have you sayin, "Damn boy, shorty be droppin it" |
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Back in the '60s to know is to know it |
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And I'm the last remaining of the world's last poets |
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Talkologist, infinity from when I begin |
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And to disapprove the Trag is a mortal sin |
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Diabolical gangster, hoodlum and genius |
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I write poetry when I find it convenient |
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Snap a stage in half like a polo bear |
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(Your Tragedy) the Rebel is here |
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[VERSE 3] |
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I drop words you won't find in a dictionary |
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I write rhymes to improve my vocabulary |
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Drama, Art, English education |
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And I'm the man, I design the animation |
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Mentally and with jock control |
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The equalizer rises up on your FM mode |
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And which I use with telepath |
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And it's (Tragedy) who's on your phonograph |
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I confuse your conscience, and boggle your brain |
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You may think that I'm sick, but I'm perfectly sane |
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I design my rhymes with architectural construction |
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But that's another story, a different function |
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You see, it's mandatory to embold fear |
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(Tragedy) the Rebel is here |
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[VERSE 4] |
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The rap automatical, the rhymatical |
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Forget ill, I get illmatical |
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Biceps pulsating in my lungs |
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Queensbridge Projects is where I'm from |
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Wicked like a witch doin sorcery |
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With a book and a pen, and my m-i-c |
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The outstanding ovation when things get drastic |
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You keep fantasizin while I'm fantastic |
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Black magic flowin smooth but strong |
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And I'll have you rockin and shockin... |
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Swing this episode to the Cormega Posse |
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My man from Uptown |
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Joe the Boss down with the Mutant Posse |
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To my right-hand MC |
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MC [Name] |
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To Big Daddy Kane |
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My man Nut and Cool [Name] |
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Down with the Supreme Team in Jamaica |
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Can't forget the 40 Busters |
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My man Darryl gettin paid on the dime |
