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[Verse 1] |
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Get it right, or be gone |
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Way back, just a man, nineteen sixties |
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New York City I ain't dizzy, that's half-past fifty |
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Willie Mays the airwaves, to right from wrong (Uhh!) |
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(Get it right or be gone!) |
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Warnin' track to Johnny, no cash off the bench |
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Man in black, you heard who had the damn nerve |
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To dead the -N- word |
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Brought to you by hot, disturbed, you think not? |
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(Get it right or be gone!) |
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Run on third, dancin' like some jackal-robbing son |
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Stealin' homes, invadin' domes, married to the job |
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Job go, you no mo! Get it? |
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(Get it right or be gone!) |
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Here's a blooper, ratchet ruler's think they're super |
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If they can call you anything, and they could do anything |
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Mimickin' ways, gimmick kings |
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Callin' yourself anything |
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(Get it right or be gone!) |
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? because it was so sloppy what I do for hip-hop |
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B, let's see, cosigned by the Grandmaster Flash |
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Afrika Bambaataa, Kool Herc |
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DJ Hollywood, I'm good |
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(Get it right or be gone!) |
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Save a hundred-forty miles per hour struck out to slave |
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Harriet would of freed more slaves if they only knew they were slaves |
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Hip-hop I gave, free the damn airwaves! |
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(Get it right or be gone!) |
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[Verse 2] |
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And the first place disgracin' the hip-hop birth place |
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No debate, disrespect to self-hate |
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From them, genicide to juice huddles |
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Damn the damn hustle! |
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(Get it right or be gone!) |
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Rain out, crime puddles, part time coach |
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Designated spitter, eight-million hip-hop stories on you splitters |
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Devide the conquerors, flood the drunkard |
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(Get it right or be gone!) |
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Wild pitch, voice like bricks |
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No studio tricks, 1986 draft pick |
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You know the damn name, shock lock it to the hall of fame |
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(Get it right or be gone!) |
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Ain't no friendly game, next time stay out of the line of fire |
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Sit yourself in a corner, keep your ass quiet |
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Hey, I ain't wanna get nobody fired now |
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(Get it right or be gone!) |
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?, this ain't no self-destruction |
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We ain't in the same game, I'm pointin' my finger at you |
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The problem is you, shuttin' you down because you tear us down |
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(Get it right or be gone!) |
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Extra innings spinning since the beginning |
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Hip-hop been in New York forty years, who the hell think they be winning? |
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When we all hearin' no balance in the air |
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Get it right or be gone! |
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A song is more than a record, check it |
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A movement is bigger than a song, check |
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A mindset is even greater than a movement, keep it movin' |
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Get it right or be gone! |
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A no-hitter over nine, strived to be civilized |
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Excel in mental over physical, styles of those guy |
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Rapper does good, they hardly pay him any mind |
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Every step if trouble is a cultural landmine |
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So this black snowball rolls up with the flow |
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I put the thermostat, turned the heat up, lock all the windows |
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Ain't gotta use no big words y'all ain't never heard |
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(Get it right or be gone!) |
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Still intellectual instead of anti-lectual |
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Dumbed down and young down, like I don't know a festival |
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Epitome of five-thousand shows, ? culturalists |
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What y'all seeing is a traveling human-being |
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Ground grew, rapper in trouble |
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Sorry Busta, love you but everything is not a hustle |
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Rapper does good, press says nothin' |
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Y'all better tell these kids somethin' |
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Get it right or be gone! |
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[Outro] |
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(Uhh!) |
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Get it right, get it right |
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Get it right, or be gone! |
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(Uhh!) |
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Yo, take it how you want it |
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Take it how you want it |
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Be gone! |
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USA'ers are crippled by the lack of history of geographic knowledge, sometimes not even visiting other states, thus not knowing the Earth equals slavery. I suggest that the many artists, that they aggressively spread their art to the Earth instead of sitting around wishing a corp makes them a star |