| Da poetry
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| By now you should know it’s me
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| The brother of word
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| Giving thanks and praises
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| To so many names and faces
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| In different places
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| From '84 to '99
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| It’s been a very long time
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| Since the movement called hip-hop arrived
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| To this cold country of mine
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| Seen the old, the new
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| And now the true school
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| And for once I can say
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| Something has changed
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| Or is it just me
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| In the place to be (hardcore)
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| Am I about to take it in my face
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| Question, where were you at at the time of the fat shoelaces
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| When the hell was really raised, huh
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| I know every face
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| Writers, breakers, DJ’s, MC’s, Fly girls
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| Representing, respecting, unwritten laws
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| Rules, star wars
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| But even though
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| There’s one thing I know
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| And it’s been said before
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| Eliminate the distance
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| It’s not where you’re from, it’s where you at
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| Mentally
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| The poetry
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| Enough love, peace and respect
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| Come correct
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| You gotta pay your dues
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| If you’ve got something to prove
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| It is a competition
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| Cause the business side can’t see the mission
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| A-k-a the B-boy vision
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| Two thousand and still counting
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| Yo it S-U-C-K-S
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| And I gotta run but come for the Bomfunk crew
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| So you’d better listen if you don’t wanna be missing
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| The perfect combination on a mission to rock the dancefloor
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| To hit you right where it hurts, I’ll leave you begging for more
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| Like Roger, but this is not a story of a rabbit
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| Gismo and B-O-W just got a habit
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| Of speeding up your heartbeat
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| Moving you no doubt, so Bomfunk MC’s do it to the crowd
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| What up looking good, catch me cooking food |