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Ahhh.. yeahh.. |
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Chillin with, A.D.O.R., c'mon |
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[A.D.O.R.] Me and Pete Rock |
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[P. Rock] Uh-huh |
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[A.D.O.R.] Kick the fat tracks |
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[P. Rock] Yeahh! |
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[A.D.O.R.] C'mon |
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[P. Rock] C'mon |
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[Verse One: A.D.O.R.] |
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Pumpin out fuel, for all to use yo |
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We're gettin buckwild on this A.D.O.R. slammin groove |
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Steppin up to bumrush the stage |
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Get the crew motivator by the spark of the rage |
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The mic is the teacher, to get you out the cage |
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From the get-go, the critics ranted and raved |
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cause Hip-Hop was too strong |
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The road to the riches we began to pave |
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Where the body, the mind, the soul become one |
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Intertwined with PEACE and hostility none |
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Is the message loud and clear, for all to hear |
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and may the crowds cheer (UHH) which is a season of the year |
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The flow, a-to a rugged kind of tempo |
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And what this all means it's time to let yourself go (GO) |
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It's time to get you on to this ninety-delic tip |
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I'm not a hippie but yo B I'm hip |
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A ninety-delic definition means no more self doubt (yeah) |
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Future on point yo my brother's gonna work it out |
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The pressure gets hot a state of mind is in with clout |
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Flip off the vibes c'mon and let it all hang out |
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[Chorus: Pete Rock scratches and talks] + (A.D.O.R.) |
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Let it all hang out (uhh, cause we got what ya like) |
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Hang it out.. let it all hang out (cause we got what ya like) |
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Hang it out.. (let it all hang out) yeah, c'mon, hang it out |
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Let it all hang out, hang it out |
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[Verse Two: A.D.O.R.] |
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C'mon, feel the vibe from the rhythm as I break the devil's ties |
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A feeling of good times, musical highs (yeah) |
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Rhythm, harmony, soul skills and that put together |
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for the master plan is surely to attract (UH) |
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The people it take, the speakers to quake, the points to make |
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The A.D.O.R. posesses what it takes |
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to make it feel good, the way it should |
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Give me the mic and Pete Rock and you know I could |
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stand up get'cha all, UHH, all night long (yeah) |
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It feels too right, too strong to be wrong |
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Let's turn it up, full blast, and make it last |
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Yo I'm thinkin bout the future, {*fuck*} the past |
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with the beat that's pumpin (uhh) |
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To get the people jumpin but sayin somethin |
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Do you know what, I'm talkin about |
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When I tell you to express yourself (yes sir) |
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And let it all hang out |
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[Chorus] + and - some ad libs |
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[A.D.O.R.] Pete Rock, give it to 'em |
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{*Pete scratches and mutters incomprehensibly*} |
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[Verse Three: A.D.O.R.] |
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So clap your hands, hip-hop fans |
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for Another Definition Of the Rhythm is what you demand (yeah) |
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Pump your fists and yell go, go |
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For what A.D.O.R. posesses is a feeling from seasoned soul |
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for all to feel, cause our feeling is real |
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Some new jacks don't know the deal |
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If you can shake it (shake it), and not fake it (fake it) |
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C'mon rise you're gonna make make make it |
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to the top of the pile, get hyped fly child (yeah) |
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While this record's spinnin, I'm settin the pace |
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Feel the bass cause the verdict is in (uh-huh) |
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E.M.'s on the case, to get you all, uhh |
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With the beat that's raw |
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And {?}'ll give it to you, uhh of course |
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I don't drink the Stout, but I get wide open (yeah) |
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when I shout, when I shout ah-let it all hang out |
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[Chorus] + and - some ad libs |
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[A.D.O.R. - speaking over Chorus] |
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Cause we got whatcha like |
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Ah-let it all hang out, cause we got whatcha like |
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[Chorus] - repeat above to fade> |
