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See if you can step to this |
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Now try to do this step ("back to the lab") |
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And make sure the pace is kept |
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And this ain't as smooth as i'ma get |
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Nice and easy but hard to catch on to |
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Move with melodies, rhymes to respond to |
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The mic's in front of me, so you know it's gonna be |
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Rough and rugged, plus i'm smooth as i wanna be |
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I'm somethin like sippin on dom perignon |
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So absorb the song, til the rhyme's all gone |
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My beats and speech original, you can't find these |
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Eighty-nine is mine, so is the nineties |
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Tellin you what you need to know and more |
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You're unsure? on tour, i explore |
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From street to street, to speak, from beat after beat |
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My cypher's complete, when i build with people i meet |
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So here's the info straight from the source in fact |
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Paid the cost to be the boss, step back |
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Give me room to exercise the mind |
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Three-hundred and sixty degrees'll be fine |
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The weight of the world is what we hold |
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That's a six, followed by twenty-one zeroes |
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Six ?? sums is a lot of weight |
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My truth is the strength and my thought won't break |
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What it take, concentration, to rebuild our |
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Nation but we got to have mind power |
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And we can make it work, because i know we can |
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And if somethin go wrong, make another plan |
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It's up to us, so strive and be wise and |
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When we reach the top, don't stop risin |
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And i'll keep comin up with more of |
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The most requested songs that you all love |
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Reach out and touch the mic, take control |
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Still gettin +paid+ and i still got +soul+ |
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And the only thing i ever wanted you to follow was poetry |
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Mind takes x-rays, so listen closely |
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From the darkness came the light, clear out of a dark night |
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Now i'm here to spark the mic |
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Send out truth, for other groups and substitutes |
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With run-on rhymes and weak dubs and loops |
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They'd rather hear the arsonist, they insist |
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No need to reminisce, see if you can step to this |
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Step back |
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* eric b. cuts up the phrase "back to the lab" * |
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* eric b. cuts up the phrase |
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"back to the lab, without a mic to grab" * |
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So just step |
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* eric b. cuts up the phrase "back to the lab" * |
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"back to the lab, without a mic.." * |
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Just step, the rhymes create energy |
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Charged up, by the cut, and it's sendin me |
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For a trip through the mind so i can locate |
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A laid back rap at a slow rate |
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It ain't hard at all, cause i invented it |
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As the days go on, you hear them with it |
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Brother bustin braincells, thinkin of a rap |
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With the same old style, we had enough of that |
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We all need somethin to step to |
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And don't forget to, cause i won't let you |
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Dance without hopin that this come on next |
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And if it go off, the dj can't flex |
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Cause here's the tempo, i'ma regulate the pace |
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Here's the step, go find some space |
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And what we gonna do is in unison, kick |
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Shake your head, you're influenced with music |
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By now you're intoxicated, cause i prove i made it |
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The pep your step so soon you get rejuvenated |
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From side to side, you pause and clap |
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But if you came to rap.. (step back) |
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"back to the lab, without a mic to grab" * |
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"back to the lab, without a mic to grab" * |
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