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Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it baby! |
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Di-bi-dis-banks, hip-flip-a-didip-didim-dow-hound |
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You wonder bout the sweat pon my brow, formulatin nouns |
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I'll get down, boogie brother rock on, right on, right on |
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The brown, rhymer organically grown, I've shown, while |
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sip-pida-didip-styles and proceed, to flow |
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You know I'm flyer than G.I. so yo Joe |
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Fuck, I run amuck, cause I'm the father of the fattest skatter |
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Black is intellectual, cat that is perpetually |
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ritually catchin wreck, don't step, I cut ya |
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I mix the Sector 6 and now I knowledge butter words |
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to prop up Afrika Bambaataa, a lotta, brother is out there |
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waitin on that new shit, well this is how we do kid |
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The levels is correct one-two, call in a blunt too |
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The front two, run through, good for you |
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Brand new styles like Kung-Fu |
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And rip this from the front to the back |
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To all my peoples where you at I know you dig it when I kick |
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Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it baby! |
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Wadibi-dee-doo-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop |
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Skiggy-dang, skiggy-dang, you knows we gonna rock |
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and don't stop, just droppin off my bags you fags |
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When you define, the word behind, deserves you lags |
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We blast off like launchers, launchin off the rockets |
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If you bugs, if you act like plugs, you're gettin pulled |
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out of sockets, the extra-curricular particularly this |
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miraculous in lyrics they be callin me Jesus |
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Please just call me Maliq I'm not a prophet |
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Pass me a topic and I'll drop it |
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Because it gets, hairier, never marry or flurries a throne |
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To hell with a boy upon the microphone |
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will be convenient, I'm never bein lenient |
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on them folk who gonna slow-up cause they a dope |
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But a-bi-dee-doo-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop |
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We makin touchdowns, cause we knockin butts down, so |
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Datskat! I know you dig it when I kick it baby! |
