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Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand |
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I'll tell you now my name, my name is Young |
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But so you think that it's your destiny |
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To get the best of me, but I suggest to be |
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Quiet, bro', don't even try it from the east and west of me |
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Takin' it to never breakin' it to even shakin' it |
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Groovin' it to always movin' it, 'cuz I'm not fakin' it |
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Pullin' out rhymes like books off the shelf |
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Born in England, raised in Hollis, taught to go for myself |
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This is stone cold rhymin', no frills, no fluffs |
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And it's no accident that these rhymes sound tough |
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I'm goin' off, baby, there's no turnin' back |
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I'm on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8-track |
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And when the show is finally finished I'll be takin' my bow |
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My name is Young, and yo I got know how, you know what I'm sayin'? |
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I got know how |
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Party people, I got know how |
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I kick it just like this |
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I got juice like the president, I'm makin' rappers hesitant |
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Invite me to your house and I'll be chillin' like a resident |
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Yes, 'cuz I'm that type of man |
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'Cuz I make myself at home no matter where I am |
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I got it rollin' like thunder, makin' y'all wonder |
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Why I'm on top with all the other rappers under |
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I make no errors, mistakes or blunders |
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It's like a wedding, let no man put asunder |
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My name is Young MC, I like to rock mic well |
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'Cuz when I get up on the mic I just release my spell |
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It's no hocus-pocus, I'll just get you into focus |
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And swarm all over you just like a horde of locusts |
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Smooth operator, female persuader |
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Spot a fly girl and in a week I'm gonna date her |
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I got the kind of style for the here and the now |
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And I can do it 'cuz I got know how, you know what I'm sayin'? |
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I got know how |
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Party people, I got know how |
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Bust it |
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MC's I'll ruin, 'cuz I know what I'm doin' |
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I'll treat 'em like Doublemint gum and start chewin' |
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I spit 'em out when the flavor's gone |
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And I repeat the chewin' practice 'til the break of dawn |
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'Cuz I'm tough like a bone, Sly like Stallone |
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Rockin' and clockin' on the microphone |
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Smooth like a mirror, in hearts I strike terror |
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Rhymes like runs and hits with no errors |
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Cold like a blizzard, on the mic I am the wizard |
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With the funky fresh rhymes comin' out of my gizzard |
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Never sneezin', never coughin', I rock the mic often |
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Hard as a rock and no sign I'll soften |
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Makin' sure I get respect, on my mind rhymes connect |
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I start to build like a builder from a architect |
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Movin' all around, above and under the ground |
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You see my face and then you hear my sound |
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Comin' atcha with the mic in hand |
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I'm gonna take command just the way I planned |
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'Cuz I'm a one-man band and you are my fan |
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Don't you understand? I'm like superman |
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Yeah, the man of steel, don't you know the deal? |
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You better be for real, I got sex appeal |
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This is what I feel and this here's my vow |
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And now you know the brother with know how |
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You know what I'm sayin'? |
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I got know how and I'm chillin', never illin' |
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In my mouth I got two fillin's, whatever |
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I'm on the mic, cold stone gettin' over |
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My name is Young MC, known as the fly Casanova, kick it |
