| Get back to bass kicks that boom to get your face lift
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| And vibrations in the kicks like K-Swiss
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| Its laced with hi-hats to speed it up
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| Then breaks and 808's will slow it down like matrix
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| Break it down complex like David Blaine tricks
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| And leave it to Air Dubai to take it back to basics
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| Criticize the lasers, a stupid illusion
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| But put it all together and it’s musical fusion
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| Folks say Air Dubai is like immaculate conception
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| Put it all together and it’s actual perfection
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| We come through only to make a statement
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| So we make hits before it’s back to the recession
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| A show with us is like a borealic light show
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| A hundred thousand watts and it isn’t a typo
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| Fiending all the lights showing up in different flavors
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| See the DJ, tell him we need more lasers, so
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| Tell the girls at the front of the stage
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| That drinks are on me grab another cold drank (cold drank)
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| Tell the bouncers at the back of the room
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| To let everybody in that they have to get through (get through)
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| Tell the sound guy that I need more bass
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| 'Cause I’ve been more hyped up since I’ve been in fourth grade
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| Tell the bartender I don’t need more chasers
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| Tell the DJ that I need more lasers
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| Yo, I’m a global mogul slash soulful coastal coaster
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| The definition of a legend trophy holder
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| Slight cocky with an iron fist grip
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| Come equipped pen-tipped with a venomous drip
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| Call me the rhyme-slayer critic of common culture
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| Develop a style so poisonous I might insult ya
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| Exalt the American Arabic
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| Flow so fiasco I’m American terrorist
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| Mechanical animal with a cannibal mandible
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| I’m a vandal unstandable I’ll develop a channel full
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| Spit kicker the iller figure how could they handle you
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| I contest wackness, I will dismantle you
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| Flava Flav rappers with the nappiest style
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| Soul singers will «oooh» and «aaah» like «I'm feeling you child»
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| Hand out tablets like pamphlets for all the ravers
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| And tell the DJ that we need more lasers, so
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| (More lasers, more and more lasers)
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| Tell the DJ that I need more lasers
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| (More lasers, more and more lasers)
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| Tell the DJ that I need more lasers
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| (More lasers, more and more lasers)
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| Tell the DJ that I need more lasers
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| (More lasers, more and more lasers)
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| Tell the DJ that I need more lasers
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| I drop lyrical disasters on demand like it’s comcast
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| Feel it in Japan like a nuclear bomb blast
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| Nagasaki bombs down, cold as saki bombs
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| Round one, round two, or however the song sound
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| I live it by the words beats chronic and red cup life
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| Passing out drunk from Pabst and sippy-cup nights
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| Sip me up lady like I’ll never be right again
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| Tripping off euphoria like swallowing vicodin
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| Okay, now I’m back in it, sick flows I’m adamant
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| Concentrated rhymes like UPS I’m packing it
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| Ink flows like Bic pens, hot shit like pig pens
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| I’ll rip you up and tell you the time like I was Big Ben
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| Just give a little bit of time, bass, compositions full of abstracts
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| Looking for that heat, well Dubai is where the crack’s at
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| Fat sacks of the illest on the planet
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| Wordplay from Oz, and Rhias the mic bandit, so
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| (More lasers, more and more lasers)
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| Tell the DJ that I need more lasers
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| (More lasers, more and more lasers)
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| Tell the DJ that I need more lasers
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| (More lasers, more and more lasers)
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| Tell the DJ that I need more lasers
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| (More lasers, more and more lasers)
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| Tell the DJ that I need more lasers |