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You got the vocab |
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I got the vocab |
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You got the vocab |
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You know I got the vocab |
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You got the vocab |
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I got the vocab |
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Hey, yo pass the mic so I can tell 'em I got the gift o' gab |
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Monkey see, monkey what? Monkey, monkey be yourself. (x3) |
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Hey yo catch me when I'm sober, but now I drink for the belt. |
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So pass the root straight to the right hand side. |
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Make no mistake that the buzz is a natural high. |
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I said it's big emergency mind your busy body |
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He hit me. I broke his nose. The referee's Mr Fuji. |
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So hey to the blue jay, mocking bird don't mock. |
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The last bird who mocked he got caught in my roughneck chicken pot. |
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So Mr Rooster give me a crookedy croo at 6am |
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He looked at me a laughin' said my music would make F.M. |
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Station. You're Haitian. You'll never get nowhere. |
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But I sweared on my grandmother grave we'd be here. |
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So now when I back track |
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I back track far enough to make a nigga run and leave his tongue back. |
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You think I'm cool I think you're cruel so here's a shell cap. |
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On your gluteus maximus and leave ya handicapped. |
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Ratatatat. |
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Hoboes above leave the boat for the Pope (?) (x3) |
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Boat people here we go Hi De Hi De Hi De Ho Yeah |
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Some quest for the truth, some bust a loop. |
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And search for some knowledge that come runnin' in the woods. |
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And if I should a choose to be one |
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Then I will be a ???? hoodin' with books and look to kill. |
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My proof is in my puddin' |
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If I chill in the hood would you be say that I'm hoodin'? |
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Now. Let me exercise a new style that will brutalise |
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MCs into a warpath genocide. |
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Nobody move, nobody get hurt. It's a homocide |
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So jump jump punks ready to get stuck. |
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Evil Kenevil was my man, someone for the stunts. |
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I'm mostly fillies, I'm just straight up front, ha. |
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Meat ya tryin' to light up you get blast like nitrogen. |
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Runnin' for mercy, runnin' for oxygen. |
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Bad L.A. meat you're better off comittin' suicide. |
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I shoot the lip so high I strip you of your carbon dioxide |
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Rock-a-bye the lullaby he be singin' 'Oh my'. |
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Boof Baff another son a go die. |
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What's the matter with the black man? (Black man) (x2) |
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Now a statistic. So dreams of her become realistic. |
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Poor bastard gets mystic I don't believe you checked the psychic |
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Emancipate your mind. Don't set the limit. Reach the summit. |
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Free your spirit 'cause your blunted |
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From the lyrics I just stuttered. |
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'Live off the streets' says the brother with the machete. |
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'Live off the lady' says the brother with the glock in patrol. |
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I live logically, no weak slave to poverty. |
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You see it's very easy to slip between the asphalt sheet. |
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Brothers from my way they used to get mad plays. |
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Till they caught us bustin' doughnuts 'til the break of day. |
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Brother, my brother, you played me undercover. |
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She wouldn't be your lover so now you tried to dis her |
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For sister. You missed her but ask yourself a question. |
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Can I make a suggestion? I need a true confession. |
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Is she skivs 'cause the skin that she's in makes you sin? |
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Does you hit her just to get her integrate another sister? |
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Mister. I asked him for a hanky. He asked if he could spank me. |
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So why'd you disrespect me, sir? |
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Were you thinking I'm misguided or were you tryin to hide it |
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That you had no father figure. |
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Which? Check out your wackness. It won't distrust my blackness. |
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I wonder for a smack, but don't think that it would help this. |
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What's the matter with the black man (Black man) |
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All original gunman dem original good (Bahahahahahahaha) (x2) |
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Come jackin' it up an' I bad an' me fell in ma booby trap |
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With a rappin' up for the eight track play back laid back sit back |
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An I'll ???? an me runnin' ???? as a matter a fact |
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'Cause I trappin' a back like a cool six pack now bring it back. Woah! |
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United we stand, divided we crumble. |
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What's the flavour? More Babylon, more Babylon, more Babylon fall (x2) |
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These days every man want to be a god. |
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Lay down the gun every man on the floor. |
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But the real gunman him not play Hollywood role. |
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Because he pull out his gun and send another boy down. |
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Watch us bleed. Another gunman go bleed. |
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Watch us bleed. If I used up all my dust I got ???? |
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Watch us bleed. Me up an' comin' ready. |
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Watch us bleed. Watch us for original Tranzlator Crew. |
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Oh, er, every time we come, we come correct, see. |
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We out. |
