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Dikembe! |
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We're taking it back to the ball |
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The harder they ball, the harder they fall |
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So one of the Archies lost the battle |
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So I spend forces now you fall |
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African attire soon I come up in my pimp |
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Bogota, let me translate, you can't fuck with us |
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Shout out Kenan, shout of the shout, shout out the Necca |
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Shout out Balloogi your rappers sit in aqua |
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You coming against the future dude |
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With future I salute you |
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As I'm waving the future at you |
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No no no no no Dikembe! |
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Father forgive these sinners |
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They know not that they finished |
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We represent the realness |
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So y'all can keep the gimmicks |
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Check us a minute again it started |
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Now it's autopilot |
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West African flow |
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She forced to close your eyelids |
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And imagine a run non stop |
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Mount Rushmore |
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Dead presidents to run my tongue |
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Sharper than the guillotine |
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A bunch of stay slicing |
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Event guard your ears Mike Tyson |
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Spitting at these lames |
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Watch them touch down in Africa |
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Get snatched for the canes |
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You bought your bootlegs |
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Then return it to the store |
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I can't get you DVDs |
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Where's the player to the soldiers? |
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Meanwhile I'm in Morocco |
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Pin another classic for the masses |
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...get you glasses |
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So how of a clever |
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You plan an attack |
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You better react |
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We're spiting them back |
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We're waving them finger at you |
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No no no Dikembe! |
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Player! |
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I'm gonna have to call you name up |
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You all up in the game |
