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As we start trudgin, me and my brothers we be lookin and be buggin |
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Vehicles of life they be rollin and be mergin |
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Searchin for the virgins of life |
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that be shovin out the door that's crack |
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The valleys of time, are always on my feet |
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As least the beat will combine |
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The calluses and corns with the funky bassline |
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You don't need underdog for a nickel shoeshine or the shoes that's phat |
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Well can I get a level on the bass and on the treble |
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Footin up and down like a UNLV Rebel |
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The answer be amongst us cos we rarely dig acoustics |
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Can't be too much flackin, not too much packin |
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You must container that at least to dip your hand in rap |
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Your feet will be infectious so at least realise the fact |
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The rhythms are inserted and the nurse can be converted |
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This ain't rock 'n' roll cos the rap is in control |
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If you're a megastar, worth will buy you a car |
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I'd rather go barefootin, for prints I will be puttin |
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all over the earth if we can get there first |
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Now that we are in it, footprints are bein printed |
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So fi you recognise em, you can try to size em |
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They'll probably be the ones with the size not fryin |
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all over reveal, you won't have to yield |
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If you want protection you can hide behind the shield |
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You can game on the gallons if you really need to rock |
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But we walk while we talk as we stompin through the block |
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Hand in hand 'cross the land as Muhammad cross the fade |
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It's a Tribe who meanders, precious like a jade |
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It's a art, Theo arch rhymes the ground placed upon |
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The mind will unwind, it will soft to beyond |
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Catch the track, track by track, get a map to track a trail |
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You will find yourself behind for a map does not prevail |
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See the levels peakin as the rhythms keep-a screechin |
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A Quest, oh yes a Quest, inside the jam I will keep preachin |
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the point, oh yes the point, because it's close but yet so far |
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The loudiness is ringin as we scoot across the star |
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We are bulgin, I'm indulgin in a rat-a-tat-tat |
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Explanation for the liners that the rhythm is phat |
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Keep it wild, wide and deep, you could dig it in a jeep |
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But dig it in the ground because the foot print now |
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If there's a storm that's brewin, it won't keep us from doin |
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our thing as we start swingin, travellin is bringin |
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joy inside the domes as we hit the road to roam/Rome |
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A chair is not a chair, a house is not a home |
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Because my skin is brown, yo I'm gonna do the town |
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Rub it in the face and rub my feet all through the place |
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When you get your finger on the music it'll linger |
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Sing a song o' sixpence, sing it like a singer |
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A Nubian, a Nubian, a proud one at that |
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Remember me, the brother who said "Black is black" |
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You can come by request, I don't play, I don't dress |
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Get emotions off your chest, we are black, we the best |
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Makin moves, makin motions, flowin like an ocean |
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The walkin will continue, we know that we will bring you |
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the times that you have waited, more anticipated |
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Be gone but not for long because the feet will stay strong |