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Check it out ya'll, ch-ch-check it out ya'll |
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2-2 Live Crew, 2 li-2 li-2 li-2 Live Crew |
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Fresh-fresh-fresh Kid Ice, tre-tre-Treach Dee Jay |
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Bro-brother Marquis, bus-bust a rhyme |
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Extra, extra, hear all the bad news |
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About the wacky-wack MCs and the ones like you |
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Because I've done everything that you have tried |
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And I've been accepted where you've been denied |
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I'm the M A R, the Q U I S |
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Here to run down a rhyme at your request |
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I'm the New York born, who's sharp as a thorn |
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I came here tonight just to get it on |
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So listen up close and listen up well |
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'Cause the Brother Marquis has a story to tell |
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This is a story about an MC |
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Who got real brave and challenged me |
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He thought that he was bad, he thought he was tough |
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Until I, what, until I called his bluff |
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And as the battle began, his rhymes got weaker |
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You couldn't even hear his voice come out the speaker |
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And as he started to get ignored |
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The party people turned and walked off the floor |
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They did not applaud and they did not cheer |
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And homeboys just said, "Get the fuck outta here" |
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So as I cracked a smile and started to laugh |
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I could see the sucka duck muthafucka gettin' mad |
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He had a frown on his face, he was hotter than fire |
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He wasn't competition but just a little biter |
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So, as he turned and walked away |
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With his head to the ground and nothin' to say |
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'Cause he was busted, disgusted, and couldn't be trusted |
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He tried to battle me and found self-destruction |
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2 Live Crew, 2 li-2 li-2 Live Crew |
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Bus-bust a rhyme, bus-bust a rhyme |
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Bus-bust a rhyme, Fresh-fresh Kid Ice |
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I've been rhymin' and designin', and always tryin' |
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Our beats are always strong, and never dyin' |
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The lyrics I recite, I say with power |
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So step aside or get devoured |
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I won't say I'm sorry 'cause I don't want glory |
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Gonna stimulate this party, so don't you worry |
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Bustin' all fresh rhymes, don't need to diss |
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'Cause I'm known at parties as a catalyst |
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Gonna make you all dance, keep ya body in motion |
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'Cause anything I do, I get an ovation |
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The compliments I get never cease to end |
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'Cause I say what I want and I never bend |
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To any silly shit that you got to say |
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But to hear me rap, ya gotta pay |
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'Cause you heard it before and it ain't no lie |
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That 2 Live music will never die |
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Check it out ya'll, ch-ch-check it out ya'll, ch-ch-check it out ya'll |
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Check it out ya'll, ch-ch-check it out ya'll |
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2-2 Live Crew, 2 li-2 li-2 Live Crew |
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Bus-bust a rhyme, Bro-brother Marquis, Bro-brother Marquis |
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Bust a rhyme, bus-bust a rhyme |
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I met this girl named Kisha, the daughter of a preacher |
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I met her in school and we did it on the bleachers |
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The kids were in gym as I went for a swim |
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I rocked her so good until she wanted it again |
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That was jet-set, so soft and wet |
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Now Kisha's on my tip, and that you can bet |
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Until one day I got caught in the act |
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With my girl named Melissa from a few days back |
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Kisha done called me up and asked me to explain |
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She said I played with her heart like it was a game |
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She said, "Why?", I couldn't deny |
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She said, "Don't lie", then she started to cry |
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But Kisha was yearnin' to be de-virgined |
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She told her father, and he preached her a sermon |
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Ch-ch-check it out ya'll, ch-ch-check it out ya'll |
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Check it, check it out, check it, check it, check it out ya'll |
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Bus-bust a rhyme, Fre-fresh Kid Ice, bus-bust a rhyme |
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My name is Kid Ice, Gemini is my sign |
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From the time I started rappin', your title was mine |
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I started in the west, brought back to the east |
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Got about my man Luke who unleashed the beast |
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In me, for oh so long, I was put down |
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Forced by others to listen to their sound |
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'Til the time has come as I proclaim to you |
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All you sucka duck rappers, your era is through |
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You call yourselves kings, that is only a dream |
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You need style and ability to make a team |
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So ya better come hard, and come correct |
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'Cause every weak rhyme ya bring, I will reject |
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So go back home and learn to write |
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But don't come back 'til ya say it right |
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So while you're still there lookin' stupid in the face |
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Ya better get lost with ya pat-pat bass |
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Ch-ch-check it out ya'll, ch-ch-check it out ya'll |
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Check it-check it out, check it-check it out |
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Check it-check it-check it out-check it out |
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Check it-check it out ya'll |
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Tre-treach Dee Jay, check it out ya'll, Tre-treach Dee Jay |
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Check it-check it-check it out |
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Tre-treach Dee Jay, Tre-treach Dee Jay, Treach Dee Jay |
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Check it out-check it out ya'll |
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Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah |
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Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah |
