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(feat. Prince Po) |
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[CHORUS: Jemini] |
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Hey yo, some emcee's come to party, we goin' get it started |
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But ya'll emcee's act retarded on the microphone [x2] |
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[CHROUS] |
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Every little thing we say, you say |
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Every little thing we do, you do |
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Every little thing we be, you be |
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But you don't see the things we see |
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[Prince Po] |
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Time and time again, dawg, I be usin' them |
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Confusin' em, copy cats, verbaly abusin' them |
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Still losin' em, too much of that bullshit be amusin' em |
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Step into these crews like (?) of Jeurusilm, like who was them |
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Mommy's call me the sexy holagent |
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Prince Po, callico flow, still schoolin' em |
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[Jemini the Gifted One] |
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Why, you aint try to copy everything I do |
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I do my best to be original, you try to do it to |
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Why, I try to get out of a rappers way and show curdosy |
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It's like a multitramaticly, you still aint follow me |
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(I'm not the type of rapper you should follow, your style goin inventility |
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To me a hollow tomorrow) |
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Hope you find the air a in your weist, cause you will use it |
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Get a therapist and be more thearputic |
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Lay down on the couch and tell him that your father Jem is becomin a problem |
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And I'm hopin you can solve em, is another in a circle |
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And is constantly revolving you, envolve an upsession thats connected to my lyrical |
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Express and learn your lesson, it can not jublicated |
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If you made it, good for you, but you were highly over-rated |
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Face it, every rhyme I cook, and now you want a taste |
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But it burns to the tounge cause it's hot like it's cajun |
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And I told you that my flow is jaw-blazen' (nigga) |
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Now you hurtin' like a hospital patient (nigga) |
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You better go n' ask somebody (nigga) |
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Jemini, Prince Poem in the party |
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[CHORUS: Jemini] |
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Hey yo, some emcee's come to party, we goin' get it started |
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But ya'll emcee's act retarded on the microphone [x2] |
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[CHROUS] |
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Every little thing we say, you say |
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Every little thing we do, you do |
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Every little thing we be, you be |
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But you don't see the things we see |
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[Jemini the Gifted One] |
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The reality of watch'ya walk, could not be any clearer |
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When I see you it's like lookin in the mirror mirror |
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Mirror on the wall, you just a reflection |
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That a wat I used to be without a vote to perfection |
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Now ya do your style has been grafted |
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And after, havn't heard the master laughin at you, til ya catch it |
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F-e-e-ls like a little beeotch, but Prince, nobody told you to rhyme like this(shit) |
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Jeimini, my name and ya'll ain't gunna get it |
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You can put your foot in my shoe, but ain't gunna fit it |
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[Prince Po] |
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I peep your style, your technique is so weak n' mild |
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Your beneathe me B, I eat you child |
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And why you sleep us crocadiles still creepin now |
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20,000 other nigger's freakin' your style |
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And them gemicks is exile, you x-file |
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I batter n bruise and make shoes rip up the textile |
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Prince Po, hot flows, hood, runnin' wit it, gunnin' with it |
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And a whole block got what I got when I'm comin' wit it |
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Dumb, there ain't no frontin' in it |
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But you don't here me though, Jem holla, this shit is goin down |
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So baby here we go |
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Invade your routes |
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Gernade your house |
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Bought a raze to joust |
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Prince, Jemini, and Danger Mouse |
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[CHORUS: Jemini] |
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Hey yo, some emcee's come to party, we goin' get it started |
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But ya'll emcee's act retarded on the microphone |
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[CHROUS] |
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Every little thing we say, you say |
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Every little thing we do, you do |
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Every little thing we be, you be |
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But you don't see the things we see |
