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Lateef! |
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[Lyrics Born] |
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And Lyrics Born |
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[together] |
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You can't see them! |
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[Lateef] |
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One way - a mircophone works |
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Checkin' suckas on the usage of vocal tones |
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While the breaks be bangin' |
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Cold shakin' ya homes |
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Vibrations reverberatin give identification |
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In meter Neter like Metu |
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Leavin' Holes in your speakers |
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Scold a brotha like Lateef - oh, that's a no can do |
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The Black and Puerto Rican lyric deacon speaking the truth |
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I'll make ya giggle like a tickle or a nipple tweaker |
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I freak a style from here to Mogadishu - here to Mozambique-a |
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>From here to Mount Zion I'm hard to reach when at my peak |
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Of shinin' flowin' like a creek lava spicy like paprika |
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That's neither here nor there |
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Fully chargin' up the air - heavy sounds gettign thicker like the atmosphere? |
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Ya gotta get up no it cuz we got watcha want - the |
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Beats be fat like the factory Wanka |
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Suckas keep bitin' like a gang of piranhas |
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Ya betta come with it if your thinkin' is stronger |
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The mindset couldn't be any wronger |
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We roll deep swoll like the island of Tonga |
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Don't even really need to rock the mic any longer |
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So I stop! |
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Pass the mic like I pass on the porkchops |
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[Chorus #1:] |
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And it don't quit |
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I say that to say this |
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You can't oppose this |
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I say that to say this |
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Cuz if the clothes fit |
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I say that to say this |
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You're a hostess |
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I say that to say this |
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[Lyrics Born] |
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You're so sensitive |
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All I said was simple sentences |
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Premises was left as if the messages were venomous |
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They are though |
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Guess it's just my penmanshipt and how it moves |
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Your torso |
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Suckas steer clear of me like feminists |
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Do carshows |
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There's a little punchline for those of you |
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Who love rhymes with those in 'em |
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Hear it one time then you're finished with 'em |
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Give you that nasty, tangy feeling |
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Check it out |
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Free rhymes for griots in Fiats and Klingons |
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And wee tots with crayons and Koreans |
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In Reeboks in kiosks at flea marts and peons |
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That be on some feline shit |
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Y'all like the FBI on some espionage |
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Asking questions but my head's beyond that |
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Be openly honest |
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Y'all write ya'll own rhymes? |
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Oh I doubt it |
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I's dotted |
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T's crossed |
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Tell you what |
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I make a song |
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You take it home, you think about it |
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Promise me with every opportunity you'll use the all illuminating eye |
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Beyond the obvious buffoonery |
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Defy the allegations and the rumory |
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Be out the labyrinth the average imp's enamored with |
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[Chorus #2:] |
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And you don't stop |
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I say that to say this |
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Cause with a closed fist |
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I say that to say this |
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Youc an't oppose this |
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I say that to say this |
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You're just bullshit |
