| I’m comin' through
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| It’s the voice you can’t ignore
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| It’s Afu
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| Hey yo, this is Gifted Unlimited, peace, Afu
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| You know we been doin' it for years, man
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| Show these fools how it’s supposed to be done, baby
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| Uh, I spent time learnin' to kill
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| That’s right, I’m stretching out with my tentacles
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| When I nourish my skills
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| The illest with that other shit, Perverted with this
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| Come and step inside the mother ship
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| I got the codes and manuals and microchip to flip the script
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| Parallel to my thoughts, tryin' to get
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| I keep it hooked up, but not the great white hope
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| Hey yo, Preemo, should I hit 'em with the rope of dope
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| Sea shells, sea shells by the sea shore
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| But now I’m slap, tap and a rap an' attack your jaw
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| Summertime, ladies at the bus stop
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| When I roll without the drop, they yellin'
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| «Shimmy shimmy, Coco Pop»
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| Ill with the slurs, what?
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| And I’m thick like yoghurt
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| Quick to quick to quick to bust a fast word
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| I know you like what you think what you like
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| But I stick out on a track and blind your third-eye sight
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| Why do you think that we should settle for less?
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| Now take a deep breath
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| No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest
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| Kid you know who we are
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| Afu to the Gang to the Starr
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| We got props on every boulevard
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| I do it like this and that
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| Straight knowledge drippin' right out my hat
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| Like sex and candle wax
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| As a matter of a fact
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| I take it back, in the days
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| If you wack, in fact, you get the bozack
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| And the chickens, are thinkin' they finger-lickin'
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| Tryin' to get the party kicking
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| But really they should be stinking
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| Crack the asphalt, while doing lyrical somersaults
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| Slang slay your head, bang a boogie
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| I got a think-tank, that’s lighting up with the blinks
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| Move and sway but I’m compared to mint
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| Some cats can’t forget the spiritual and mental
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| Straight up, yo, I slap 'em with a miracle
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| Expressing everything, including the kitchen sink
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| Building on topics from aluminium and zinc
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| So while you fix your kicks, I do triple axels
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| Get in your bath or round the rink
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| Why do you think that we should settle for less?
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| Now take a deep breath
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| No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest
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| Kid you know who we are
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| Afu to the Gang to the Starr
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| We got props on every boulevard
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| Why do you think that we should settle for less?
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| Now take a deep breath
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| No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest
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| Kid you know who we are
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| Afu to the Gang to the Starr
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| We got props on every boulevard
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| When I spark it up, and you ingest my skills
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| I’m hanging down like I’m testicles
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| Romancing like Cassa', more steps than a dancer
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| Got a Pop Quiz? |
| Yo, I help you with the answers
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| I’m Master Marvel, scribble the illest novel
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| 80 more albums, I got more pages than the bible
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| Never allow my energy through Leviticus
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| As I rebirth my soul, glowing Genesis
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| Eyes tearing through the fog
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| Shout my brothers and sisters
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| Who studied the Qua’ran
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| From a path of hip-hop
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| Shall arm in a synagogue
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| Dinner china mushroom song
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| As the night prolongs
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| That means I’m 'bout to put it on
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| So abrasive, and persuasive
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| Thugs pulled out of my set, stop pace makers
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| Peace: computer-whizzes, graph-writers and breakers
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| Why do you think that we should settle for less?
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| Now take a deep breath
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| No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest
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| Kid you know who we are
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| Afu to the Gang to the Starr
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| We got props on every boulevard
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| Why do you think that we should settle for less?
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| Now take a deep breath
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| No time to get rest when cats is testin' your vest
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| Kid you know who we are
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| Afu to the Gang to the Starr
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| We got props on every boulevard
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| I’m comin' through
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| I’m holding aura, it backs the voice you can’t ignore
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| I’m comin' through
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| It’s Afu, you know who, I’m comin' faster
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| Yo, check this out
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| You know it’s on the popper when I’m on the scene
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| That’s right, it’s me, DJ Premier
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| Representing Gang Starr and all the affiliations along with it
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| And right about now, you in tune to Life Force Radio
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| That’s the way it goes down, and that’s the way it’s gonna be
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| Word up and we outta here, DJ Premier and I’m out
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| Peace!
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| You have been listening to Life Force Radio |