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Transmitting live via satellite |
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(uh, yeah... who we be) hah |
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The one's two's (we be the next man, to get wreck and) |
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to the three's, to the four's, to the five's, uhh |
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Intro/Chorus: |
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You know the time when we rock the spot |
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Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props |
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You know the time when we rock the shit |
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Tame One and MC El we be the ultimate |
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Verse One: El Da Sensai, Tame One |
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We bring forth the swords in rap sports |
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Niggaz play the bench for us, overtime if niggaz wanna shine |
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Divine with the intricate shit, who wanna bring it |
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to the table able now it's stable on the disc |
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The Heineken bottle catcher, drops ya, slasher |
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Dat's the the bastard with the fastest ass capture |
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No moonwalk, my tune's talk all by they f**kin lonely |
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Phone me home I'm in the middle like I'm Monie (E.T.) |
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Love to do dubs on deck without a mic check |
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Collect no checks (huh) but catch wreck on sets |
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(Deuce deuce nigga! What? L.O.D. too) |
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Deuce deuce is loose PPP represent see |
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Def Squad, Boom Skwad, and Artifacts make three |
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like Dennis Scott droppin one for the wisdom |
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Cause when I gets em, I'll be f**kin up they system |
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or temperature cheer when I appear from the mist |
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priceless, ice-diss and never see another Christmas |
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You play Risk when you dealin with the New Jeruz two blitz |
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Without the use of two clips, niggaz styles still be fluid (still) |
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The cat, darer with the terror off hands (hah!) |
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Without bands we rock spots in all lands (all lands) |
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Nigs be playin and we stand for the susbtance |
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subject's the basement, MC's be patient |
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Cause all that Russian/rushin save that shit for the dressing |
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(Word up) BS we stand strong wack niggaz we addressin |
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Chorus: repeat 2X |
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Verse Two: Tame One |
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Test me, the best be, checkin for my recipes (mmm) |
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Mess with me and I'll be drainin all your f**kin energy (boo-yaa!) |
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Galactic tactics match wits I'm from the Bricks (yeah nigga) |
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I used to catch a switch from any walk-by bitch (bitch!) |
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But now I'm to the break like disc jocks, dis rock is hot |
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got props and plus bust shots for what I got (booyaka booyaka) |
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Don't sniff shit but snot hops, you better watch your snotbox |
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I'll diss you, then I'll clear the air like Scott tissue |
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The issue got a barcode on funkmode |
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So now I pack a trunkload of skunk, for the underground chumps |
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(Hoo-wee!) Cause I bumps in any system, who dissed em? |
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Watch me back them up from all the way from New Jeru |
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to Manhattan (Manhattan) satin and silk, kill the best built |
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I guess the milk was no good, so now I'm classified a true hood |
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Check this nigga, live on Kodak tits |
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or bust a pimp, cause I'm not a boogaloo shrimp |
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Tame One the Jesus and the Judas |
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Cause when I hit the buddhas, my problem's manifest is deep-rooted |
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(yeah, that's it, wordup) |
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Chorus: repeat 2X |
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Verse Three: El Da Sensai |
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MC, universal no rehearsal on tap with rap so |
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magnificent sufficient all that tall facts |
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from the six footer, in slang I be the gooder, goodest |
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Best put to rest acts that's less |
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Sub-regular wreckster, prefer tracks to measure |
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Size up, MC's that need to wise up, f**kin they lives up |
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Urban survivalist, live with this, closed style (whassup) |
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tribalist, that gets, all up in your shit (That's Them, huh) |
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(Yeah, all up in your shit) |
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For all reasons, number one you're sleepin |
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Speakin like a deacon catch the drops my props leakin |
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(Praise the Lord) Seekin on the deep end, sinkin while I'm thinkin |
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of ways, to slay my competition without blinkin (hah!) |
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The ink's on the sheet with rhymes that are unique |
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complete batter, astoundin feats yo it don't matter |
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(Don't matter) Capi-talize, while I'm, categorized |
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The G-L to the Tame to the O-N-E |
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Chorus: repeat 4X |
