| I hit a beat and swing a note as if my name was David Ruffin
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| Quick to toast an MC just like an english muffin
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| Don’t worry about a thing cause the Puba’s never bluffin
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| I gets headaches from the wack, so then I take a Bufferin and I max
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| I wait until the opportune time and then I tax
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| But should I max?
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| Now they say sinning is for sinners so I guess I’m not a sinner
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| Beginnings is for beginners so I guess I’m no beginner
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| This is how I spark it, with money in my pocket
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| When it comes to having pressure I gets hard as a rocket
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| MC Grand Pu, coming through all the residue
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| The songs remain classics, dating back to the Babalu
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| My boys I call em hot, the phones all of them jock
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| And I can think of many episodes I swung in Lincoln Park
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| No I’m not a phony and I got a tenderoni
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| Love the way she is -- not too fat, not too bony
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| Don’t drink Sanka, won’t sink like a tanker
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| Knock the boots of a skirt in Casablanca and I thank her
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| Some rappers stink, like Englebert Humperdink
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| Better yet Dick Caveat, I got a bad habit
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| Similar to the girl, on She’s Gotta Have It I think with the brain and I whip behind the zipper
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| I’m living kinda good similar to Jack Tripper
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| A landlord named Roper did a show at the Copa
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| When I finish with this, I’ll be paid like Oprah
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| So if honey wants to act fly
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| I’ll just play like Guy and I’m
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| Stick out your thumb and hitch
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| cause you’ve been cut off like a lightswitch
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| See I’m programmed to slam with the summer, spring, and fall
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| Before I do a show I get some kicks out the mall
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| Then I get my gear and I give Trev a call
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| Cause he works in the barbershop, right behind the mall
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| Other rappers tried to rob me but you know they got did
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| To put it blunt, honey I smoked the kids
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| So hookers back off break North here comes the regulator
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| Cause you doesn’t find none greater
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| Verse Two: Derek X (now Sadat X)
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| On file is a style that’s why you caught a clip
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| My suitcases is packed and I’m going on a trip to Mic-a-delphia
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| I go for self and still be slamming
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| The school bell is ringing and I caught somebody cramming
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| for the test, oh yes, my study guide was thick
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| I cut you with my verbal didn’t hurt you just a nick
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| off your face don’t play possum
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| watch me and I’ll blossom like a rose
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| And get some new clothes and a fresh fade from Rob
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| Jump on the phone and dial the Now Rule Mob
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| Now come one, come all, we about to get hectic
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| If my crew don’t get in, then the x makes an exit
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| to the rear, I’m outta here, don’t front on my brothers
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| I take care of them before I take care of others
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| Now wood bats is doomed in the ninties it’s aluminum
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| Step to the stage with a mic and I’m doing him something awful
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| I’m a citizen and I’m lawful
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| I go to hunt another fall, rip the policemen’s ball
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| I got the power to make a car stall
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| I guess I’m great, from blackness, and when the crowd slackens
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| I stop drinking, and then I start thinking
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| About days in the past when Derek X was last
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| but now I’m on the top damn news travels fast
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| cuz I’m like that! |
| They can’t see this
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| Read my book, it contains many pieces of verses
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| I took the time to delete all the curses
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| So moms reach deep in your purses
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| And buy me take me home and try me and do me well
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| Verse Three: Lord Jamar
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| Well, while I reign rhymes pour
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| You suck it up like a straw and jump on the dancefloor
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| Cause every time I step in a jam
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| I make like a door and slam
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| But then girls try to turn my knob cause I’m a hearthrob
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| I guess it’s just a hazard that comes with the job
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| Cause everytime I rock a rhyme that shows Jamar is intellectual
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| Girls want to get sexual
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| Well I guess I have to cope with being so dope
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| You want to be me, but can’t see me with a telescope
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| You seek and search but still you can’t find
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| You’re weak and it hurts to be deaf dumb and blind
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| A supreme mind, will take you out of your paralysis
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| I grip the mic so tight I get callouses
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| And your analysis, is that the Lord
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| Rips rhymes into shape with a mic cord
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| I do it good cause I’m a postive black man
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| Eating up suckers as if I was Pac Man
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| Not a Dapper Dan fan I stay casual
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| To rock like the J it comes gradual
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| You got to know the ledge of wise and dumb
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| And understand your culture of freedom
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| Power equally with the Gods
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| so you can build and form your cipher
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| All your life you must teach true
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| Of the true and living God, not a mystery spook
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| And when you do that, pursue that goal
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| which made the student enroll, and only then you’ll prosper |