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Unconcievable, unbelievable |
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Grammar like a hammer information recieveable |
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Sent by the lord, here and abroad |
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With words that were thought they could retort |
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For force because that makes Run the boss |
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So get lost, becuase I just tossed the poss |
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Make way today, and if I may, I say |
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I make pay with Jay, so get away OK? |
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Gaining weight, I ate the whole plate to date |
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Never make the break, I don't state the stake |
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Just keep the keep, don't sleep for weeks |
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Get peeps to leap, and I'll bleep the jeep |
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Put down the clown, get 'round the town |
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I've bound the sound, and I've found the crown |
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Get paid and laid, not jade afraid |
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'Cause I stayed and made, not a man to fade |
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Gotta group the troop, gotta shoot to shoot |
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Shoot hoop to scoop, or a scoop to loop |
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Going off and on, not soft to con |
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Just black and back to go back and run |
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Go to school and cool, not drool or pool |
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Gotta soul and goal and cold and old jewel |
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Upset the best, I met, met a jest |
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Just lest the pest, and I am the best |
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Gotta punch the crunch, cold munch the munch |
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Not Grady or the lady from the Brady Bunch |
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Got Gs and Lees, like Ds and Ts |
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Charge Bs for freeze, or Ds with ease |
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No dope to cope, just good to go |
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There's hope the Pope, big nope for nope |
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Quite clever and ever, but together forever |
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Run-DMC, and we're tougher than leather |
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Strong and mighty, hard as can be |
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Perception of the life were as strong as D |
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Every Friday I'm writing, write for what's right |
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It's even deeper in the night, I'm keepin with my mic |
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I gotta go for broke, and I ain't no joke |
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I'm gonna yoke the choke, 'cause of the suckers I smoke |
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Rush and crush, leave 'em in the dust |
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Bust the bust, those scum who mess with us |
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Only strong survive, and the weak will die |
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As long as I'm alive, I'll keep my head up high |
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'Cause we're strong in body, and smart in mind |
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I was born to bind, as the gift to mankind |
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I pump with jump, never givin no slack |
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I be killin' the villain, and I chillin' (you're black) |
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I'm not a bum, I'm not dumb, it's me you work from |
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I'm the king to my beat 'til my kingdom come |
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'Cause I'm rough and tough, call huff and puff |
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Don't bluff the stuff, got enough to muff |
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Don't long it on, go long on song |
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Go on and on, just the best be done |
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Put preach and teach, with a speech to reach |
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All streets in each, with beats for treats |
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Got the king supreme, may seem the gleam |
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With a beam the ream, no screen was seen |
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Not a gang to bang, or to hang with slang |
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Talkin angers ang, about everything |
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Just brothers and others, like fathers and mothers |
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Who discovered the lovers that think they're up and above us |
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No crime or time, just rhyme and lines |
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For roaming on no phone in time |
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Just cut the stuff, do you get enough? |
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'Cause we're rougher than tougher and rougher-tougher than tough |
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With a voice like thunder, words of wonder |
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All alone standing tall, and suckers roll under |
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Possessed with power, cowards will cower |
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Dogs we devour, hour after hour after hour |
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Three men riot, you can't deny it |
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Will so ill, that you can't defy it |
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Gonna live, positive, forever and ever |
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Run-DMC, and we're tougher than leather |