| Yes indeed, for the public
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| As we dip and we move, you don’t know
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| Warmin', warmin', warmin'
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| Big things, right back to the early mornin'
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| Inside for the people
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| We do it nice and easy
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| And we got the bumpin' style, yea believe me
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| As we dip and we roll, it’s riddim killa pon di mic control
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| Ya feel me?
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| It’s nice and easy
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| We got the bumpin' style, yea believe me
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| As we dip and we move, for the public
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| I represent for all the crew, yea
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| Aye, you gotta love it
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| Rap them off and then we think nothing of it
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| Yes indeed
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| Oh my gosh man
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| Oh my days
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| Y’all know me man
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| Yo
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| I’m a rider, roller, big sound mic controller
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| I’m a soldier, I kill it for the culture
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| Round here, shit’ll get colder
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| King cobra, the corona, the ebola, fam you’re over
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| We’re the past, we’re the future
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| We the ones you shoulda known already, ones to get used to
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| Use me, let me use ya, I’ll invigorate ya, I can soothe ya
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| I’m a big bass boosta
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| I’m the hi-hat, passing through the tweeter
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| I’m the vibration in your body when you’re standing by the speaker
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| I’m the speaker, I’m the rostrum
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| Let them know they ever fuck with me that it’ll cost them
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| Cock-back, click-clack, boom and I stopped them
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| Stop that, I can be the cure of the problem
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| I bet ya, wanna come with us if we let ya
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| We plant the seed and the bass is the nectar
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| To feed the bees
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| Louder than the thunder and a stinger like these
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| Heavyweight style come to bring you to you’re knees
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| We got the medicine to cure your disease
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| The killer bees
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| Louder than the thunder
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| And a stinger like these
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| Louder than the thunder
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| Let me help ya like these
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| Run from the ray, better recognize we
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| Yo, we do it nice and easy
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| And we got the bumpin' style, yea believe me
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| As we dip and we roll, riddim killer pon di mic control
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| Ya already know, yo
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| We do it nice and easy
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| And we got the bumblin' style, yea believe me
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| As we dip and we move, riddim killa inside
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| Representin' all crews
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| Aye
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| Full up on riddim and we’re full up the rhymes
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| Got the champion sound, from the massive inside
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| Pull up on vibes, and we’re full up on style
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| And we’re wicked, yea we’re wicked, man we’re wicked and we’re wild
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| Pull up with style, and we’ll pull off slow
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| Got the riddim killa up on the mic, ya already know
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| Ya already know we heavy and our beast start to show
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| Got the rhythm yea the rhythm and the boosta, ya know
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| Listen
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| We sit upon the version
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| And we bring to style where the boy done learn from
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| And we plant the seed, the tree grow strong
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| Stronger than the weeds
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| Like where the rhythm’s from
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| If you’re bold like me, you’re hair grows long
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| You’re different you wonder, well boy you’re not wrong
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| It' alright
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| So all the massive hold tight
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| Cus we don’t wanna fight we wanna have a good time
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| Yo, we do it nice and easy
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| And we got the bumpin' style, yea believe me
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| Aye, as we dip and we roll, it’s riddim killa pon di mic control
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| Ya already know, yo
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| Listen, we do it nice and easy
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| And we got the bumpin' style, yea believe me
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| As we dip and we move, inside for the people
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| Yo |