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( CHORUS ) |
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We turn it out (turn it out) |
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Work-work it out (work it out) |
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W-work-work it out (work it out) (3X) |
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Say word (word) (4X) |
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( Mondo ) |
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Now two years ago a friend of mine |
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Asked me to partake of a full plate of swine |
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And I was like, "Yo - no black, that got to go" |
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Not fit for the belly of Mister Mondo |
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Why do some puff lye and drink forties to pacify? |
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Why is the oppressor's clothes so freaky fly? |
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Why we movin at our own pace and fallin into the ditch |
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Of a trap laid for us way before the negro slave trade? |
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Why is it so cool to disbelieve in God? |
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Make your money, money, call your queen your hoe, then believe you hard |
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Why do we represent this old land that ain't even ours? |
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Why diss the East or the West coast but yet we can't claim to make flowers |
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See, it's not ours, let's devour our pride |
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Open up your eyes, recognize you gotta rise |
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Bahamadia, what up, shortie? |
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Word to the beatbox |
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Get on and make it hot |
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( CHORUS ) |
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( Bahamadia ) |
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Presents to be a ?fiddax? right towards my righteous acts, but I'm human |
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And to front angelic illusion is just too time-consumin |
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Be 29 plus 1 and still bloomin |
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Blessed with ability to drop a jewel or two |
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And circumference appears on occasion far and nears |
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Turn to hip-hop was their escape for many years |
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Beating nuts with the verbal punch to get me 'props over here' |
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Challenger of concepts to make your inner mind's eye tear |
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Wack MC - what's the big idea? |
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Far-fetched fantasy with no knowledge up in here |
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Stop playin the role of ?prestige? to make you say 'ah yeah' |
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???? of this mental wear-and-tear |
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Condition unfair, yet I still hold it down |
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Pure, pleasurable and profound, ah get down |
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Cause there needs to be a balance to make the world go around |
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( CHORUS ) |
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( Vex ) |
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Crab brothers try to hold me back cause they life ain't blessed |
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Locked in the dungeons of stress |
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Tryin to hold back profound sound which will be inevitably released |
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Deadly nouns through the heart of the beast without cease |
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?Rise will? simple ones from out of inequity and pity |
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I'm targetttin your city like cruise missiles using ???? |
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Destroying racist dogma and blacks who act seditty |
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Plus that kid hunt it hit me and get down to nitty gritty |
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I'm witty and compelling as God lead me on the path of these swelling tracks |
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Yo, I swing the blazing battle axe |
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Like a Chinese super ninja injure false gods with my thoughts |
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Say word, word, that's how Vex wields the sword |
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So ?score em? your alpha control |
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Like them heads who put on the back of the dollar |
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Novus Ordo Seclorum |
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We not in this for the status to be the baddest for the clout |
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We just show em what it's all about |
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No doubt, we turn it out |
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( CHORUS ) |
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( SHOUT OUTS: Mondo ) |
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And to the girl Bahamadi, ya don't stop |
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And to my man Posdonous, ya don't stop |
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To Bizarre Extremes, ya don't stop |
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We turn it out, we turn it out |
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To Khalil, (Name), ya don't stop |
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Organized Konfusion, ya don't stop |
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And to my man Busta Rhymes, ya don't stop |
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We turn it out, we turn it out |
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And to the EMI, ya don't stop |
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And to my man (Name), ya don't stop |
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To Prince Paul, Prince Paul, ya don't stop |
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We turn it out, we turn it out |
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And to my man Skeff Anselm, ya don't stop |
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And to the Fu-Schnickens, ya don't stop |
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And plus my man Domingo, ya don't stop |
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We turn it out, we turn it out |
