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"Comin' For Datazz" |
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[Run-D.M.C.] "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" |
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[Guru] |
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I hit the chicks with the nice round heinies |
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Play a hoe like a hoe, play a sucka like stymied |
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Try me, and you'll descend into your end |
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Never thought it could be you well think again my friend |
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My pen illuminates, and dooms the fakes |
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You're soon to break, you're strawberry like shortcake |
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I'm in that ass with my Timbs all day |
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You couldn't tarnish my rep, so you crept away |
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Just behave and be a good son -- or else |
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I'm bringin the noise cause most emcees are puns |
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I used to chill in Roxbury now I'm comin outta Brooklyn |
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Herb niggaz are assed out, y'all get tooken |
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or taken, and that's word to all rude bwoy Jamaican |
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I swing bitch, yes I'm crankin |
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Just like an Alpine, a deadly rhyme, brand spankin new |
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Pumped to put some lead in your crew |
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A hollow point shot, cause your weak shallow point's |
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not hittin -- should've gave up from the beginning |
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But since you're bluffin with your tape that's trash |
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Tell your peeps that we comin for datazz |
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[Run-D.M.C.] "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" |
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Whose that lurkin in the dark with the hoodie strapped; |
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puffin on a blizz, mellow meditatin black? |
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I ain't impressed cause the rest they fess |
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Sometimes I wanna flip, clap a hole in they chest |
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but I lay back, as I prepare for the payback |
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And drop the master rhymes with the mad crew from wayback |
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I stay back, I watch, the whole job, you botched |
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Couldn't maintain, it's like your brain just stopped |
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But the Gang is on the prowl kid like Lector |
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Paint a logo with your blood so you niggaz remember |
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the Chain and the Star, mysticle and never typical |
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The average rap group, ain't even equipped to go |
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head up, I'm dead up, you ducks could never last |
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You fakin jacks, we comin for datazz |
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[Run-D.M.C.] "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" |
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I heard some hardheaded punks wanna see me |
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Jealous of a nigga just because he's on TV |
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You know the video shows that you be watchin |
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Call up and request so you can see it more often |
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My persona sheds more light than a nova |
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Cause niggaz are soldier, yo this war, it ain't over |
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And ain't no stopping like McFadden and Whitehead |
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You might get dead, ****in around like you do |
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Pursue the knowledge that's available |
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Before your chump-style game and your punk friends fail you |
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Gonna dissect your brain for a minute |
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Look at your puny ass world and what's in it |
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Nothin, that's how long you've been frontin |
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I figured by now that you've come up with somethin |
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But you're still the same snake with my name on your mouth |
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Wanna know what I'm doin, wanna know why I shine? |
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Cause I'm the rebirth, so now you gotta see me first |
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I kick more facts than paperbacks for research |
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and knees hurt, next you feel em bucklin |
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The huge pussy look on your face reveals the sucker |
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inside of ya, because I checked the way you're ridin the |
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jimsome, better sing more than a hymn son |
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Never sustain the true pain of my wisdom |
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Never be able to touch GangStarr |
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True indeed, I believe in takin my words far |
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Across the seas and deserts, through the trees and grass |
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And if you ain't on point, then we comin for datazz |
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[Run-D.M.C.] "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" |
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[DJ Premier cuts n scratches] |
