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You say one for the trebble, two for the time |
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Come on y'all let's rock this! |
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You say one for the trebble, two for the time |
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Come on! |
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Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape |
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Now let it fall... (hungh!!) |
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My restlessness is my nemesis |
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It's hard to really chill and sit still |
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Committed to page, i write rhymes |
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Sometimes won't finish for days |
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Scrutinize my literature, from the large to the miniature |
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I mathematically add-minister |
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Subtract the wack |
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Selector, wheel it back, i'm feeling that |
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(ha ha ha) from the core to the perimeter black, |
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You know the motto |
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Stay fluid even in staccato |
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(mos def) full blooded, full throttle |
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Breathe deep inside the trunk hollow |
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There's the hum, young man where you from |
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Brooklyn number one |
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Native son, speaking in the native tongue |
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I got my eyes on tomorrow (there it is) |
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While you still try to follow where it is |
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I'm on the ave where it lives and dies |
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Violently, silently |
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Shine so vibrantly that eyes squint to catch a glimpse |
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Embrace the bass with my dark ink fingertips |
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Used to speak the king's english |
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But caught a rash on my lips |
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So now my chat just like dis |
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Long range from the base-line (switch) |
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Move like an apparition |
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Float to the ground with ammuntion (chi-chi-chi-pow) |
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Move from the gate, voice cued on your tape |
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Putting food on your plate |
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Many crews can relate |
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Who choosing your fate (yo) |
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We went from picking cotton |
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To chain gang line chopping |
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To be-bopping |
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To hip-hopping |
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Blues people got the blue chip stock option |
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Invisible man, got the whole world watching |
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(where ya at) i'm high, low, east, west, |
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All over your map |
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I'm getting big props, with this thing called hip hop |
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Where you can either get paid or get shot |
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When your product in stock |
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The fair-weather friends flock |
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When your chart position drop |
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Then the phone calls.... |
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Chill for a minute |
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Let's see whoelse tops |
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Snatch your shelf spot |
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Don't gas yourself ock |
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The industry just a better built cell block |
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A long way from the shell tops |
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And the bells that l rocked (rock, rock, rock, rock...) |
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*scratching* |
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Hip hop is prosecution evidence |
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The out of court settlement |
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Ad space for liquor |
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Sick without benefits (hungh!) |
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Luxury tenements choking the skyline |
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It's low life getting tree-top high |
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Here there's a back water remedy |
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Bitter and tender memory |
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A class e felony |
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Facing the death penalty (hungh!) |
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Stimulant and sedative, original repetitive |
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Violently competitive, a school unacredited |
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The break beats you get broken with |
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On time and inappropriate |
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Hip hop went from selling crack to smoking it |
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Medicine for loneliness |
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Remind me of thelonius and dizzy |
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Propers to b-boys getting busy |
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The war-time snap shot |
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The working man's jack-pot |
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A two dollar snack box |
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Sold beneath the crack spot |
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Olympic spnosor of the black glock |
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Gold medalist in the back shot |
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From the sovereign state of the have-nots |
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Where farmers have trouble with cash crops (woooo) |
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It's all city like phase two |
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Hip hop will simply amaze you |
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Craze you, pay you |
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Do whatever you say do |
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But black, it can't save you |