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Yo yo yo yo |
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Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH |
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Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH |
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Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH |
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Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, fake cats get up outta here |
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[Verse 1:] |
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See whatcha like gimme the mic |
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I'm rippin and flippin and grippin it tight |
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Say whatcha like, don't play with me right? |
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I ride your chain from day to night |
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Head first with a verse |
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You see my excerpts got eskimos in igloos sweatin and seek in search |
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In self-worth, through the knowledge that all age enter the earth |
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Till the devils and his dogs I fool I'll be the ****in curse |
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Spit fire more fire with my nigga Fire |
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I backflip blindfolded on a highwire |
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Then fall back on my team and dream of lividcism |
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I met Noah before the ark and started rhymin with him |
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If I wanted to flow with him reactin like a cataclysm |
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And shockwavin my rights into the system |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Now set trippin and sweatin the aesthetics |
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The chick's beef hits your ass up like diabetics |
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I bet it gets, I wrestle it, second album be the predicate |
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No mismatches, no maxin or relaxin |
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Toast with the awesome two, break it like your fractions |
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Peep the equation, these Pythagorean thereom |
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I know the science for the metals and all the plenums |
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Until you hate it, young children have been mutilated |
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It looks good and some of y'all be desecratin |
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Incineratin wastin your state in the outer space |
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It's wicked right I hit it right slice doors with a butter knife |
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I'm makin moves on the mic like I was dice |
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Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH |
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Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH |
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Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH |
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Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, we transcend we outta here |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3:] |
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Tippin you off bringin it forth, knowledge be the jump-off |
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Wax on wax off, liquid form-I turn to hot sauce |
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While some may want they salad tossed I can bust like Matatov |
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Now get your saddle off, quit bustin, no towelin off |
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Some pip squeaks in the game night ride like Hasslehoff |
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Stand back to your skin and feel my G-force |
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Tic tac toein I keep it flowin and flowin |
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No need for detonators my shit be mind blowin |
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Blind the sights likes of Ihmotep |
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Flippin the script ring the alarm like Ghengis Khan |
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Who rocks all takes all kick it like Win Chaw |
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Or ping pong crackin the mic, the dreaded King Kong |
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[Chorus] |
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Y'all want some hip hop, then holler HELL YEAH |
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Y'all want some hip hop, then scream HELL YEAH |
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Feel this hip hop, and yell HELL YEAH |
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Y'all know we 'bout to bring it here, we transcend we outta here |
