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You 'bout to feel the chronicles of a bionical lyric |
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lyrically splittin dismissin |
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I'm on a mission of just hitting |
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now it's written and kitten hittin wit mittens |
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I'm missing wishing man listen |
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I glisten like sun and water while fishing. |
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Bust the move and then swerve |
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Serve words with nerve embedded I said it word |
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Damn, you nerd man, you heard |
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Coming from the town of Illy and alleys are |
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full of Phillies and Rallys suckers get |
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Silly as Sally then found in alleys, I'm rowdy really |
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So here we go now, |
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Holla if ya hear me though, come and feel me flow |
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Never mixing with tricking brothers bitching |
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Over fixins that ain't fittin to be hittin. |
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On nothin splittin things that's bitten |
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And gettin written off |
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Like a fatter bad bladder boy ya pissing me off |
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Before you even started so what |
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So long see you fly by my try how else |
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Could I say it when you play it try boom bye bye. |
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The flow pro poetical with skills only |
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A vet'll know better know where's |
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The wetter flow that'son point like |
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Decimals manhandlin new crews |
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Partying with the Zoo Crew |
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Looking for the pink in poo poo. |
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I thought you knew too stone style is of stamina |
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Jammin ta while we plannin ta jam |
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We bust plus we're the party |
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Amateur damager managin damagin mics |
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Men and even mannequins. |
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You're a fan again now I wanna know whose the man again? |
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Naughty's back like vertibrates word to hey-a-ho |
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The way I show you pray I flow |
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Steady breakin to the boogie so bang time |
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To slang bang and watch all the poo tang tangs hang |
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Play and Kay'll break the body of a beat |
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The beat the break into boogie |
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Firm and fully chase bass lines like bullies |
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All we wanna know is if your body wanna party |
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It's nuff poo tang tang for everybody |
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So hip up and split up get up |
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Get up your wit up souped up put your dukes up |
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No guts set up for sit ups flip up watch us rip up. |
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Shakes shows until they fizz up |
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Rizz up like your with us if not zip up |
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You lip up whip up. |
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Hits with ransom's foul styles get and ones |
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We come back cause we heard |
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Hip hop needed another anthem |
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Black like Noah in fact and for ya |
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If we was back in the days with the Drifters |
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We would've been known as the Flowers |
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Bevin these since the seventies |
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Find me so we went crazy in the eighties |
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So we won't kiss heinies in the nineties |
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Oops the Naughty's troop in sections of forties |
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So clap your hands and hold your shorty I'm Naughty. |
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