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The streets battle grows hottest over hour plays a role of murarder touching evey land or earth like a Harlem Globetrotter With a message it prays tellin brothers to rasie their hands |
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And take a stand because we all hourstand |
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You have to bake the cake with grease |
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and let the battle release and make enough so that we all get a piece |
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A slice for Mama Do, a slice for Papa Do I come from Uptown and kid that's how we do |
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I only speak for I.N.I. can't speak for your crew |
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so why would I watse my time to even stress you |
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I keep my mind on billed, and plus I keeping some skill Consant thought about the madness can't hear the ldol chatters about |
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So I escape and take the funk rotue out, histroy's taught me what is all about |
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My destiny is profilled when I'm over and out |
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But I'll leave apart of me to cover all my acounts and I'm out |
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[Pete Rock] Chorus: |
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You always wanna be in the spotlight (right) |
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The Center of Attention I also like to mention |
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I.N.I. rocks the spot |
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It's like that cuz we keeping it hot |
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[Rob-O] |
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Check it out, yo |
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You see I prefer the player's approach so bust it |
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joint's bumping lovely, skins is thick like custom plus the weapons that keep me steppin' while I proflex the art of microphone check-in. |
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You flow slick for a second |
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but now It's Rob-O's ditz your sweatin |
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and at my show, you see theatin. |
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Why you stressing the tense to quench the strengh of this wiff microphonist, |
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your bicth attention is the bonest. Midatonest, crusin all this I got rhym goddamn. |
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Confuse the funk music, rock, and jam. |
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Pakistan stacks and grands and at the female fans at the Local Thea-ther the vocal creator slash I show blast beacuse you can't fuck with me. |
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I guess this is the way your luck will be. |
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Frontin much nevre, with the rep that you can't preserve step to +I+ and '95 you gettin' served the method of Center of Attention |
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Chorus |
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[Grap Luva] |
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Doesn't truly pay to be the Center of Attention the main atraction gettin' all the action |
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People stoppin' the +I+ with question after question |
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I spit a few replies and keep with my my self and never in the weapon carrying type but I'll insite a riot oragnize and never quiet |
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Don't it try it, dissin the +I+ is no use |
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I bounce like Cashar tape and get loose |
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Grippin the mic, spittin words I write |
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Or the pad or the paper or this pretictular caper |
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Got nuff up's and down's instry clowns |
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Jealous niggas tryin to keep countin my fingers |
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But yo, Im a spirtal millionarie dropping bombs |
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Like King David when he wrote the songs |
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So what you need to do to listen up remain calm |
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not riding a wave refuse to be a salve cause I'm the center |
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Chorus |
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Ho-low, the Center of Attention |
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Meccalicous you the Center of Attention |
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Terence I be the Center of Attention |
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My man Tito the Center of Attention |
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Money Tazz you the Center of Attention |
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And Grand Banga you the Center of Attention |
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Lou Bizzy you the Center of Attention |
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Pete Red the Center of Attention |
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( ? ) you know the Center of Attention you be |
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Ward G, the Center of Attention you be |
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G-O the Center of Attention |
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My man Ropa-loc Center of Attention |
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Dave Ice is the Center of Attention |
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My brother Heavy D you the Center of Attention |
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All the boros be the Center of Attention |
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Pete Rock you the Center of Attention let's bounce |
