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"Gather round!" Gather round and check the flow! [x4] |
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Ayo check it |
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Now the ultraviolet seems to have me slippin |
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Well I'm on guard son, there'll be no ass whippings |
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Behind my back, I know MC's be tripping |
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Some say "What's up?" Some stick out their bottom lip and |
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I motivate, spark the L then skate |
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There's no debate, I put the funk on your plate |
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So get it straight, it's the lyrical mechanic |
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I cause a panic, of depression that's manic |
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Harder than granite, I revolve like the planet |
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And got the game to leave the chickenheads enchanted |
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Word to Janet, and her brother Jackie |
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I put the squeeze on mommies like Pataki |
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"Gather round!" Gather round and check the flow! [x4] |
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Now, I dehydrate your body just like a Heinekin |
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Tip-toe through your tulips like Tiny Tim |
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Back up son, it's Diamond D and his mighty men |
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You wanna see a show? Call Chris Lighty and |
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I'll come to your town, tear the walls down |
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Pound for pound I gets down for my crown |
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I gets busy, you can ask my nigga Wizzy |
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I'm slicker than that fox found on Thin Lizzy |
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You wonder "Is he, slacking?" But I'm a mack and |
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I'm always packing, cause niggas don't know how to act and |
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They wanna riff, made because I got the gift |
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Enjoying a spliff, on 125th |
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I roll on your set like a brand new Perelli |
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Got more charisma than Arthur Fonzarelli |
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Got a belly, but that don't slow me down in a telly |
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Put it on ya like the Claw did Jim Kelly |
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"Gather round!" Gather round and check the flow! [x4] |
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Now check it |
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To all my foes you can just keep hushin |
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The stage ain't the place you wanna be rushin |
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Cause there'll take place a spontaneous combustion |
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Life's a game of chess and I play like a Russian |
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I mean to win, pass me the gin and a pen |
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And on a skin, I spend no more than a Benjamin |
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Franklin, and I'm off to the bank and |
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I roll with a crew that passes out the most spankings |
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This side of the Mason Dixon |
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I bought your tape and I erased it like Nixon |
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In Watergate, mom don't blame me if your daughter's late |
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Cause she was hooking, one of my niggas saw the bate |
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I bob and weave like Julio Chavez |
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Vacate in San Juan or ?Nisna Budez? |
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Trying to get these beaches, I cut off the dreads |
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Make MC's run like they just seen the Feds |
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Live life for '96 that's my motto |
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Look out for my peeps like Alphonse D'Amato |
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Witty and shifty describes my sticcatto |
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Peace dun, the lyrical desperado |
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"Gather round!" Gather round and check the flow! [x8] |