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Hail to the man with the righteous groove |
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So sick that it makes you move |
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Closer to the speaker, never weaker |
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Lines on time and I rhyme Malika |
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Lot of knowledge on the microphone when I speak |
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Rabbit MC's I love to eat |
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Shockin with the rhyme, gettin sicker with time |
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I'm comin way too real and I'm blowin your mind |
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I'm tearin shit up, I won't let up, you need to get up |
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And out and on the floor, cause I'm fed up |
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With rhymes and words that's weak that's wack, absurd |
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Pollutin the airwaves, too often heard |
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I come through with the rhymes, so true blue with the rhymes |
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I eat you with the rhymes, and on and on and in time I'm |
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movin with the smooth the groove that some consider dangerous |
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And you're playin this, I ain't new to this |
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{*scratching*} |
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Yeah... it's a Scarface Groove |
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Paris is the name and I'm here to get sick |
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I mean I'm stronger than a tiger and I'm down with the click |
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While makin sure my song is deffer with an 808 kick |
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And now you know it, I'm a poet, and I'm harder than a brick |
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I makin over 3 G's a day, and you say |
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That Mad's cuttin like a blade over sucker DJ |
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Start shinin all the time that I'ma standin on stage |
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It's a Scarface mob and we're sicker than AIDS |
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What I wrote, is no joke, there's no hope |
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It's too dope, you're gettin broke by a cutthroat |
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While bein killed is the price you're billed |
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There's no time to rhyme and no time to build |
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Steadily the melody plays, and steadily bass |
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is in the place, is in your face, with grace |
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Sensation and finishin the suckers with my sentencin |
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You get excited as the rhyme begins, you're goin |
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{*scratching*} |
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Smooth... with the Scarface Groove |
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This the Scarface Groove |
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Yeah, it's the Scarface Groove, y'all |
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Startin to sweat, I know it's hard to breathe |
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Rhymes are on time so you better believe |
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The style, sick of the style, cause the style is wild |
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I couldn't never be mild, and now I'll begin |
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to advance in a b-boy stance |
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The underground sound makes you clap your hands |
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It's the B-A-Y, do or die |
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Born to freestyle, born to rise |
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And now I'll keep on rockin the beat on |
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No one comin up short capiche on the mic |
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You're scared, runnin from the man you fear |
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P-Dog is sick boy, you better beware |
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The man X-Rated, rated X the man |
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is comin through with the jams that keep you clappin your hands |
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While I'm movin nonstop and the party is smooth |
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One hundred below ice cold, it's a Scarface Groove |
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Yeah, it's a Scarface Groove |
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It's a Scarface Groove, y'all |
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Y'knahmsayin? It's a Scarface Groove |
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{*scratched: "I'll play the 9 and you play the target"*} |
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Debutin I'll do it for sure by comin through |
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and never stoppin hip-hop, I just drop, MC's are ruined |
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Now I'm teachin when I'm talkin so that you'll get taught |
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Makin sense so intense is the record you bought |
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I'm stronger, strokin 'em longer |
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Stickin them dope MC's go under |
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Keepin 'em down with the Scarface sound |
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Swimmin 9 millimeter laps, MC'sll drown |
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Keep talkin that bullshit, you might get housed |
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Smacked in your mouth, P's turnin it out |
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Money stackin and mackin is what I'm talkin about |
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I'm never playin, or bulllllshittin |
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The rhyme'll go colder than ice, but get hotter than coals |
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Big soul on a roll and only 20 years old |
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Keep it goin non-stop and the party is sore |
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And I'm movin, smooth again, Scarface is on |
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Yeah, Scarface is on |
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Scarface is on |
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Yeah, Scarface is on |
