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I do work and I'm workin' it with the will of a warrior |
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I'll take on 54 of ya, nah, I'll even take more of ya |
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Competition is great, and keeps me in shape |
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And it's mentally stimulatin' |
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Competitors constantly contemplatin' challenge |
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Champion's written all on my face |
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And I'm smirkin', and lurkin' back in the back |
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Attacking and hacking and jacking |
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Smacking up losers that's lacking |
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Characteristics of poets, they blow it |
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Tryna show it, yo if I'm flowin' they know it, so it |
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Compels me to step and release the rhymes that I kept |
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In case of an urgent emergency then these words'd be weapons |
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Any discrepancy heard'll have to be handled in haste |
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At any pace when I step in the place, cos I came to do work |
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[Verse 2] |
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Lyrically thorough, I'm from the borough of Manhattan |
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And when I moved to the Bronx, then I got into rappin' |
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Funky beats would control me |
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It's like the mic would say hold me |
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I do a solo, me only |
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I'd be alone but not lonely, cos |
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Eric would back me |
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The only track would be doubles |
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And when the rappers attacked me |
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They'd end up buried in rubble, cos |
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We never took losses, opposing forces proceeded |
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But they retreated, receded, beat it defeated |
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We did repeat it as needed |
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Kept 'em seated and some felt cheated |
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Gave 'em all second tries and still I superseded |
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I'm a souped superior subsidiary of soul |
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I keep the crowd in control, cos I do work |
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[Verse 3] |
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I got a need and it's bleedin' |
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Inside of me to say words |
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Cos it's my choice and I'm voicin' |
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Just what I think should be heard |
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To a sleazy easy goin' |
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Lazy laid back track |
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The pace is slow, the bass is low |
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And yo, I'm ready to go |
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Do my job, I'm obligated, devoted and dedicated |
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And loaded and motivated to show that I know the way that it's |
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Supposed to be done, that's why I chose to become |
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Professional in this profession, droppin' rhymes on drums |
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It's automatic that static comes automatically to me |
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I've had it for longest been at it |
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So call it fad, it doesn't |
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Sweat me or get me uncivilized like a savage |
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I play it civil and give all I got to keep up the image of |
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Rap cos I happen to be a rapper and poet |
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Not just rappin' to be rappin' in case you didn't know it |
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Here's the deal, cos I feel |
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You oughta be up on what's new |
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With the rhyme it's time for me to do work |
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Cos I got work to do |
