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Gotta be patient, gotta be calm |
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Just keep pacin, and move on |
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Yo gimme some of that. some what? Some that |
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over there, yeah who? Takbir |
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The one that makes you bump when it ain't hop enough |
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Don't trip, Tiger Legs, move your waist, put em up |
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With the bump and the Mickey's club, freakin Aeon Flux |
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in a black tux, so back up, Tiger Chan, damn |
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in the jam or in the flow, 90 degrees |
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with the Three's Company afro, crack the Newcastle |
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When it's down to the wire, and I'm ready to grab |
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Pissed off enough, with no other way to react |
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Another sense rap said to block the thought process |
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Dressin the bid on my concious |
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Complex, gotta get ancient, my game face, in the same place |
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Wore my hat back, Ryu on my nameplate |
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Never waste, valuable brainspace, or thang chase |
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Chill, with the battle drill, that'll kill chain space |
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Just keep pacin, and move on.. |
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With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak |
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I got a, million and one things to do in the week |
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With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak |
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I got a, million and one things to do in the week |
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Besides doin the freak, I'm two deep in the Jeep |
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with the junkyard crew, gettin somethin to eat |
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We lose sleep to pay dues, at two dollar venues |
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Ten dudes, one tomboy, with attitudes |
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that refuse to have fun, but I don't give a (fuck) |
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These sparks runnin through the hands, up for $20 bucks |
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That's a little too much, to even toss in the back |
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especially when you broke, livin off the scratch |
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You see it all comes down to the love for music |
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Short fuse, determinin how well we use it |
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Guess who steps in the saloon with the platoon |
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of forty-five caliber bass cannon kabooms |
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Mechanical cartoon cocoons found to bust |
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to mute the crowd fuse the move ruins the crush |
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Plus detonator cordless mics are clutched |
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Fingertips tight around the invisible paintbrush |
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To the dawn of Egyptian musk, face the style |
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War trilogy way beyond "Spies Like Us" just |
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[Chorus x2] |
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Gotta be patient, gotta be calm |
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Just keep pacin, and move on |
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Yo, I grab the rhythm by the waist and shake my own sound |
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Droppin it with every thought while my actions tango |
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Feelin the melodic remedy of an narcotic |
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Dancefloor cuisine wanna get - you got it |
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My ? allowed knows how we get down |
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To these audio effects burn a hole in the ground |
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With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak |
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I got a, million and one things to do in the week |
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With the time tickin deadlin waitin to sneak |
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I got a, million and one things to do in the week |
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Besides doin the freak, I got two in the Jeep |
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Half black Thai in the back Jew in the front seat |
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Pumpin loud beats, hit harder than concrete |
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Calm before tropical storm Chan can bomb peeps |
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Ryu (Takbir) |
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What the plan - (what the deal) |
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If I can - (then I will) |
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Flowin like grass with the mass appeal |
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What the plan - (I'ma chill) |
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Why man, you feelin ill? |
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Stop actin like a (bitch) and take an Advil |
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(It's a plan) |
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Yo man, you goin out or what? |
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(Yeah give me five minutes and I'll meet you in the truck) |
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[Chorus x4] |
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Gotta be patient, gotta be calm |
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Just keep pacin, and move on |
