| Set it off, set it off, set it off brother, set it off
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| Set it off, set it off, set it off brother, set it off
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| Set it off, set it off, set it off brother, set it off
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| Set it off, set it off, set it off brother, set it off
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| Get your weight up
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| Double up and place your bets
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| I’m not a gangsta but my beats bang your head
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| Drop the anchor, post up and break some bread
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| Built my base up, rockin' 'til I’m grateful dead
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| My snare shake ya, words penetrate the skin
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| Melt your face up and cake up your skeleton bend
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| Into gelatin enveloped by my perilous pen
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| Where terror begins, you’re stuck until I tell you it ends
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| Fold your promotional poster into an airplane and toss it
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| Practice aim where trash is laid, you lost it
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| Can’t explain my massive gain so forfeit
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| Now I got the juice like Jack LeLanne, I’m awesome
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| Spine-tingling to rhymes swinging into action
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| Meanwhile my theme song blastin'
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| On television braggin' how they eat off rappin'
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| 'Til my remote zap 'em and they leave closed-captioned
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| Set it off, set it off, set it off brother, set it off
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| Set it off, set it off, set it off brother, set it off
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| Set it off, set it off, set it off brother, set it off
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| Set it off, set it off, set it off brother, set it off
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| Call your dogs off, all y’all kibbles and bits
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| Just Chihuahuas riled up flipping your lips
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| We Rottweilers, Dobermen pinchers, and Pitts
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| Put you in pet cemetery quick as a lick
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| So many ballers, now they gotta sit on a bench
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| My shot fallen all cause the industry switched
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| For ignoring the score and exploiting the poor
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| They gon' be shown out the door at the end of their shift
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| Asked out and unemployed, passed out and null and void
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| Sat down for passing 'round wack styles I can’t enjoy
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| So-called bad boys that breach noise ordinance
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| I deploy b-boys to your home’s coordinates
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| It’s drop squad by the time you react
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| Open up my van doors, throw you right in the back
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| Take you for a ride, show you what’s right and exact
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| Knowledge in self in history, supply you with facts
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| Set it off, set it off, set it off brother, set it off
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| Set it off, set it off, set it off brother, set it off
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| Set it off, set it off, set it off brother, set it off
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| Set it off, set it off, set it off brother, set it off
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| Study your history! |
| Gotta study this hip-hop history. |
| Study this craft and
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| learn it, man, so you can contribute and build this shit and not destroy it.
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| Cause a lot of y’all not studying the dudes that came before y’all, «I don’t wanna hear about them old school niggas. |
| Them niggas is raw and stuff,
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| this and that…» Those are the same niggas your mother was ready to suck they
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| dick. |
| Your mother was ready to bone these niggas. |
| Your grandmother was ready to
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| fuck Run DMC and all that. |
| You bum-ass niggas tryna shoot these old school
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| niggas down, but them parties was popping your moms though. |
| Y’all gotta study
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| this fucking shit. |
| Same with y’all popping niggas mothers now or whatever y’all
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| doing. |
| Nah’m sayin? |
| I ain’t tryna sound bitter or nothing, but you know,
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| come on man, pay homage to those before you and learn what the fuck is going
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| on, man! |