| Fresh dressed 'cause I shop at Modell’s
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| Deep in Brooklyn I ride the elevated trains
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| Used to ride the D to beat the morning bell
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| At Edward R. Morrow out on Ave L We be grillin’cheese and flippin’flapjacks
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| With the diamond stylus we cutting wax
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| We’re the super elastic bubble plastic
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| Got ethereal material that’s straight up classic
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| You try to vex reject but you should respect
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| Or we’ll have JC send you out a FedEx
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| So don’t start to flex up in the discotheque
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| Or we’ll make you extinct tyrannosaurus rex
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| We’re gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
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| Your rhyme technique, it is antique
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| To all my heads Qu’est-ce-que tu fabriques?
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| Que cosa fai? |
| Come sta e?
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| Ho fato molte telefonate
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| Oops gotcha clutch like Plazza
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| Sneak between the sheets so hide like matzoh
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| Holler back challah bread… next
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| We are the crew who put the crew in Cruex
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| I can see that Def Jam doesn’t recognize me
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| I’m Mike D the one who put the satin in your panties
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| Time to count MC’s in this place to be Not five, not four, not two, just three
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| We’re gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way
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| Round-house kick the mic out your hand
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| Drunken mantis, my name brand
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| So if you’re slick with the tricks and the slight of hand
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| I’m hip top the shit that you’re trying to scam
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| Gnip Gnop I got shit to pop
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| I’m an exceptional professional that just don’t stop
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| So pack up your bag and your mic and don’t wait
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| E.T. |
| phone home now get the fuck out my face
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| You know we shake 'em bake 'em then we take 'em
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| Treat MCs like leaves go out and rake’em
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| If you sell our CDs on Canal before we make’em
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| Then we will have no alternative but to serve you
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| on a platter like Steak 'Em
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| We’re gonna rock this motherfucker like three the hard way |