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| I’m a snare, I’m a drum, don’t care where you’re from
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| Started in the parks, now look what I’ve become
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| I’m a loud mic, I’m the («emcee) down right
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| I’m the one to get the crowd hyped
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| I’ve been sampling Michael and Lionel
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| I’m rap music, twelve inches pressed up on vinyl
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| Nowadays I’mma rare song; |
| I’m white boys
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| With backpacks and hats who wear they hair long
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| I’m in every ghetto (every) worldwide, never settle (never)
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| I’m even heavymetal with the devil (ha ha ha)
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| I’m ill rhymes and dope beats
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| Starter hats, fat laces, rope chains, and gold teeth
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| I’m graffiti, you wanna be me
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| I’m rich, but mainly the needy trust that, believe me
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| I’mma never switch spots (never) I’m Kool Herc
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| Run-D.M.C., Rakim, I’m hip-hop
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| «I'm hip-hop, so check it out»
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| «To the hiddip, the hop, you don’t stop»
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| «I am» «hip-hop» «so check it out»
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| «Cause who I’m talkin 'bout y’all is» «hip, hop»
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| Yo, aiyyo I’m in BK when I write this poem
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| I’m two turntables and a microphone
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| Yo the feelin you get when you hear an ill line
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| The pad you scribble your rhyme into to kill time
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| I guess I’m kind of Summer Jam
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| I’m the larger rap than Kid 'N Play and the Running Man
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| Nowadays everyone wanna be this
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| From, MY, A-DIDAS!
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| Shell toes, I’m Luda throwin elbows
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| How you wear your pants, where you rock a cell phone
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| I’m battlin for hardcore props
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| I’m breakdancin daily on a cardboard box
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| What other flavor could, have kids pumpin
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| N.W.A. |
| in an all white neighborhood?
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| I’m hot, when you kids not
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| I’m Big, L, Pun, Notorious, I’m hip-hop
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| «I'm hip-hop, so check it out»
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| «To the hiddip, the hop, you don’t stop»
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| «I am» «hip-hop» «so check it out»
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| «It ain’t nuttin like hip-hop»
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| Yo, I’m Slick Rick’s stories, lots to tell
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| I’m the greatest of all time, yeah I +Rocked the Bells+
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| Sometimes I fool you (ha ha) cause in ninety-two
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| I had y’all rockin Cross Colours and FUBU
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| Maybe I start a couple brawls with the cops (yup!)
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| I’m everywhere now, but I was born in the Bronx (B-X~!)
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| They made me ice and bling (made it)
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| It seems no one’s Spike Lee’n and +Doin the Right Thing+
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| Went from Jheri curls to flat tops the steezes
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| Then Reebook pump sneakers to beepers
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| And I never care about who’s on top
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| I’m Ralph McDaniels and Video Music Box
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| I’m hype, chill, dope, fly, fresh, ill
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| Fat, bangin (what?) and hot to death
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| Aiyyo, I’m known to rip spots (rip 'em)
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| I’m Melle Mel, G. Rap and Grandmaster Flash, I’m hip-hop
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| «Check it out» «I am» «hip-hop»
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| «To the hiddip, the hop, you don’t stop»
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| «Hip-hop culture, something you live»
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| «I came here to represent my people» «check it out»
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| «Hip-Hop» |