| One time for your mind
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| Two times for Mumia, Sekou
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| Three times for my Brooklyn dimes
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| Seven times for pleasure
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| I don’t trip, I don’t trip
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| We don’t trip, nah we don’t trip
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| We don’t trip, please don’t trip
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| We don’t trip, pleasure
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| Now, sixteen times for the mind thieves
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| For my thinking Intel, I am Erica
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| Counterfeits don’t stop the wettest of us We Brooklyn we define the black people equal to who, yeah
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| What you supply
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| I know when I know when I drop dip
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| That was in beetle’s but a snake try to spill a score
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| On my pride I’m in my cammy
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| We bust at COINTELPRO we creamy like
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| Fuck that we Creamy Spies tell you scheme-y lies
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| We let our creamy bullets fly
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| Should it reflect the sun
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| We say yes when we think of gettin' dipped
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| We says guess say yo comrades rest
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| Because we all bounce
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| We all bounce, I do bounce
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| [Yes I do bounce. |
| he do bounce
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| He do bounce
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| Yes we all bounce
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| I all bounce
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| From back since the crook caught a rep
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| For giving birth to horn loopers
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| I took my first step with Panthers — born troopers
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| Got caps on both cans for the halls I spray
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| Slap hands with my mans by the walls we play
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| Now, waist chains and cami-flauge complete sag
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| Live pools, my squad rules
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| From solar to lunar, cheap to death
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| From no boot to Puma, sewed up like mesh
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| My cousin’s hit the 'pike
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| I read it in the?? |
| went it? |
| circle C-low
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| Now all the niggas hate is COs
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| As we move on the D-E-low
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| For our fam in jail, no stars just bars
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| No cars unless the BMT own 'em
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| Crook-town bounce streets delph to south?? |
| bar on a?
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| I drape soul hearts, I make soul darts
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| Cover mad areas in my crepe soled Clarks
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| MC’s lyin, is dyin' rap off
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| But here we all y’all
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| With pleasure, so it’s
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| One time for your mind
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| Twice times for Mumia’s saint crew
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| Thrice times for the Brooklyn dimes
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| Seven times for pleasure
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| I stay on, he stay on We stay on, we stay on He is on We be on cause
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| We stay on With pleasure
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| Here I go, the seven odd
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| Manchu squad
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| Black notes I quote, I dedicate to my young star
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| Via subway cars I span the metro
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| C-know sold stee-lo
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| Is livin' on the D-low
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| The galactic travler eternal explorer
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| Like the invincible master agent — a true warrior
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| Neither here nor there, the master of illusion
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| My sun moon sets catch reps when we cruisin'
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| The New York boroughs with classic boombastic
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| Studied all the styles and got nasty at it Like a Thelonius Monk, I travel in peace
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| Left on, right on, black man from the east
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| We don’t quit 4X
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| Yeah like for nothin but beats and cheese
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| Subzero degrees can’t freeze the cool breeze
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| Ease, easay straight Brooklyn do Hit you off with some pellets did Brooklyn smooth, ah It’s that certain style, uh huh
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| Eshu-Elegba
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| Squeeze off style quarters 'til herbs get stressed
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| Playin' slick games and avoid all rest
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| I shows, five seconds after that
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| I flows left caught your rebel grows
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| Devils we grow
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| Jonesin' on the curb I glow
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| Still posin', a b-girl fresh as This leftist gets with MC’s one and all of 'em
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| Bust ninety bi-evels
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| And my whole crew walk with pleasure |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slowes' Comb/The May 4th Movement starring Doodlebug, artist - Digable Planets. Album song Blowout Comb, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп