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Oww! |
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Get on down |
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Get on down |
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Get on down |
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Well it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get lose |
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Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots |
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Hardcore funk that make ya wanna pump a chump |
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My posse's thick so I will never get jumped |
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The Slayer a beast from the east I'm psycho |
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If I had a glove, I would be Bad as Michael |
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Some say yo I sound rugged |
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Pack wit the ultimate rap wit the Power like Snap |
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A.K.A. the Mic Wrecker |
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A rap star wit the boomin' style, black as tar |
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Smokin' the E's no jokin', so don't trip or flip |
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And make a hit, so bust it |
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Some ain't feel the way I do when I get wreck |
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No half steppin', I kick back like a weapon |
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On the microphone, I delight |
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And groovy, a California quake couldn't move me |
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Get on down, get on down |
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Get on down, get on down |
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It's going down |
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It's going down |
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No lights, no camera but lots of action |
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No moonwalkin' backwards, kid, like Michael Jackson |
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Strictly funk flows and steel toed Timb boots to troop |
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State to state, stage to stage, as I clock loot |
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Black Asiatic, rapper fanatic, automatic |
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Black nine mil is what I pack so kill the static |
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EPMD quench the sound of thumps underground |
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Ya stupid boy, no props here, you catch a beat down |
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The Squad still in effect, no record skippin' |
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Ya stupid boy, keep the track, still bullshittin' |
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Down wit the rap pack, still grabbin' my bozack |
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Here's a ticket kid to ride the Jim like Amtrak |
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Got mad skills, hi-tech, been known to snap necks |
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From eighty-seven to ninety-two, fourth cassette |
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But now I'm Swayze, ghost, the rap host |
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Who rip shows from coast to coast |
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Get on down, get on down |
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Get on down, get on down |
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It's going down |
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It's going down |
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Yeah, back to the picture, the scene |
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It's me Erick Sermon, my M-16 |
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Just in case, ya know, a fight broke out |
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I can just chill, pull out the smoke out |
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One, no grill, no charcoal, no fluid |
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Act like Bo Jackson, Nike, and Just Do It |
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If there's a problem, the Hit Squad rolls mad deep |
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So I can rest my head and get some sleep |
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While the E-Double, takes a nap, no time to slack |
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It's my turn to guard the fort, ready for combat |
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Guns and violence, that we don't promote |
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Just takin' what's ours kid, chill or smell the gun smoke |
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As I pull out, squeezin' like Mr. Charmin |
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Destroyin' posses of demo tapes like Agent Orange |
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So chill kid and act like you know |
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Peace from the M.D. A.K.A. slow flow |
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It's going down |
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It's going down |
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It's going down |
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It's going down |
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Get on down |
