| Person 1: You know guys like me and you gotta kick it here, old school
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| Person 2: Yeah, this is, this is truly old school
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| Person 1: Definitely old school (Definitely old school)
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| Yo, Yo
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| We keep the par-ty so live
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| To all my Fellas
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| We keep the par-ty so live
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| To all My ladies
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| We keep the par-ty so live
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| CunninLynguistics
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| We see the par-ty so live
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| Get live, set to destroy all the fakers
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| 'Cus this ones for the B-Boys and the breakers
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| Take ya, to another level with the sound (sound)
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| Freaking the flow, Deacon and Kno getting down
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| Take it all back to the essence
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| When you could go to a party and not leave with your head split
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| (Yeah It’s)
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| Cunninlynguists getting live
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| Respect the foundation, the hip-hop vibe
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| Now get up get up
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| Gonna rip up rip up
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| Any motherfucker if they don’t shut they shit up
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| Puts your hands up like it’s a stick up
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| I got ya head jerking like some hiccups
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| Its Deacon the Villain
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| Ill’in' with my nigga rolls
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| Rappers be soft, they probably walk on their tippy toes
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| Word up Jays game, and roll diggy (Go)
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| Flows potent, even my breath smells like sticky dro
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| Im chillin' the French way, I’m not the best
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| But more or less, the style is (finesse)
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| For those that test, I shake em down like bumpy nuts
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| Smashed out their face, even slam it like a dummy cut
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| (Ohhhhhh!)
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| Yo
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| (Hold up!)
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| Kentucky shogun
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| Who’s the master
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| (Showed up)
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| Ya damm right, deep in the last dragon
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| Flows off the wall like they outlaw tagging
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| Understand me when I tell you this
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| I got the style that’ll give you fits
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| And get you pissed that ya can’t rhyme like this
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| Hype with the type of shit that leave ya hyper tense
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| (Get down!)
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| When ya feel it dont be acting stiff
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| (Get down!)
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| Just go on ahead and grab a chick
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| (Get down!)
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| Do that dance a bit, before ya hit her
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| (Get down!)
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| (Thats that shit)
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| Yo I’m a, gun and uh (BOOOOM!)
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| Cocked and ready
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| Quick to leave ya head spinning like rocksteady
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| Get mistaken for a B-Boy breaking your dome
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| Off the planet like I’ve been turboed out the O-Zone
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| The rap Roy Jones you better be ducking and weaving
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| Take a breath so quick you’re bound to be sucking your teeth in
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| When Kno’s on the 1200's, cutting and bleeding
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| When I’m stuck in my broom like it ain’t nothing and leaning
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| I just ripped the mic and crushed Cataclysmic
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| Blast a sentence that would leave a rapper limping
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| Nowadays cats only rhyme about their bankroll
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| But I’ve been fresh ever since fuzzy Kangol
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| (Hey Yo)
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| Dont y’all be starting nothing
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| Just chill the hell out while we keep the party jumping
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| I know what’s got you feelin' nice
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| Me and my man Deacon the Villian illin' keeping it live |