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Now I'm gonna sit down and let the rhythmn spark a brain cell |
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Spontaneous the way that I dwell |
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And to the beat like a predator, the stage is my habitat |
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When I'm at war mic becomes a battle axe |
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I write the lingo to hype up this single |
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I make you fever for the flavor like Pringles |
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Design a rhyme like a strategist |
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When I plan the attack all the suckers get mad at this |
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To prove the point that Tone is on the uprise |
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He'll drop a beat so Marquis can improvise |
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Super vocal, the hyped up dopefiend |
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If I was meant to flow, I'd flow upstream |
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To show an MC that my approach is different |
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No beating around the bush cause I'm straight up business |
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Reactin like molecules to cause your friction |
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Tone is my producer, Kay does the mixin |
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Right on time I intertwine with the rhyme |
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I let the beat flow smooth so I can add the bassline |
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I get the cue for me to give an example |
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Yo Kay, get quick on the mix, give em a sample |
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[VERSE 2] |
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As a wise man said, you have to prove you're worthy |
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That's why I grab the mic and I show no mercy |
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Get straight to the point like steel to a magnet |
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Time to detonate, watch for the fragments |
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I take rhymes, stick em to the beat, he's pitchin |
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The rap Bo Jackson's up and I'm hittin |
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You a homerun that's pumpin to the maximum |
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No time to slow down, so I'ma add some |
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Style and techniques by one rhymer and a DJ |
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We're sittin on the world, listenin to the replay |
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Runnin backtracks, never eat a bowl of Sugar Smacks |
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Cause when I rhyme I'm a potent aphrodisiac |
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Makin your hormones quicken with the blend |
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I take a pause on a break and let the rhymes flow in |
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Slow like a thunder cloud, inconspicuous |
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For me to grab the crowd, make a sap look ridiculous |
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The art of war is to conquer all obstacles |
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For this soldier nothin is impossible |
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My pulse rate quickens when it's time to unwind |
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Just gimme the mic and it's showtime |
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[VERSE 3] |
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Track three, yo Tone, what you're doin? |
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Pump up the bass, I feel a brainstorm brewin |
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And that's when it's time to come smooth like satin |
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It's the bottom of the ninth, I'll do the battin |
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I'm sittin and waitin with a rhyme on a enema tongue |
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Like a viper ready to strike one |
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Down, and leavin no wounds intent to |
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And 911, homebody, cannot help you |
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When I let the DJ spark my combustion |
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And all the words form from the pen I'm clutchin |
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Down on line paper, the newest rap caper |
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Who rhymes like a bystander with this tape of |
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Paragraphs, sentences, words and adjectives |
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Combine it all togetheer on lyrics is what's happenin |
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Marquis's shinin with the sparkle of a dope rope |
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And I'm winnin, make the suckers hope |
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To ever try to get it or even want it |
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But only the chosen few could ever flaunt it |
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In ways that pays for things that are material |
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Barin a course straight for your cerebral |
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Membrane, or audible organ |
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Or should I say our eardrum to change the slogan |
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The term which explains why the DJ's scratchin |
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It's because of the drum and his allergic reaction |
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To the suckers on the sideline who need an example |
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Yo Kay, get quick with the mix, give em a sample |
