| Sugarhill, Fatback, Run-D.M.C., EPMD
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| Fat Boys, Redhead Kingpin, Cool C
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| And my man Kurtis Blow, yo.
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| The battlefield, the synonym — call it the wax
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| The recording sciences developing the tracks
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| Is not the essential fabric but if you have it
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| Might make you a household name and let you gain
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| A million fans, coliseums all out sold out
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| And when they call out your name you pull out fake clout
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| Cause you’re sauerkraut, you’re not really about
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| Nothin… you’re bluffin
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| But I’m callin your bluff to see if you’re really tough
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| Show me your stuff… enough!
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| Shut up, close your mouth, put away your tap shoes
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| Your feet can’t say a rhyme this time, you lose
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| But I respect you for what you accomplished, a great deal
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| Just admit you can’t handle the steel
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| Gregory Hines can’t take mines
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| The Winans can’t start rhymin
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| And you’re just like them, you had a top ten
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| You have a rap feel, but you can’t wield the steel
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| It takes many many moons, to create tunes
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| But loons assume that half past noon
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| They’ll have rap down pat, but it’s wack
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| You must be on crack, you’re buggin cause your head is at
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| A place where reality doesn’t seep in
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| Practice makes perfect then you might reap in
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| The benefits of this respectable field
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| And all respect due to the regiments of the steel
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| Assemble!
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| Word, this is goin out to some hip-hop greats, yaknowhatI’msayin
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| Rakim and. |
| Chuck D
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| The obese boulder, will shrug your shoulder
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| If you say you’re a regiment and you can’t hold the
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| Steel with some kind of appeal
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| Not dealin with sex, or a bicep flex
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| Has nothing to do with physical appearance
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| But the way you stimulate the kids and their parents
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| Will fulfill the applications to be inducted
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| Into the regiments, respect to the veterans
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| And the pioneers, with dying tears
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| To see rap has survived after 15 years
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| And ready to go 15 more
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| Three-fourths of every store has only rap on their racks
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| Rap force goin strong, on and on
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| Take a few seconds, to say peace to Sarah Vaughn
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| Now back to the steel that will wield a golden reel
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| And when you kick it to a James Brown feel
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| Field was made twenty years ago
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| And not a penny-oh was saved cause the way he behaved
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| Was kinda ill, the regiments to his skill
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| Was extrordinary. |
| until
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| He took a fall, the regiments will keep his style
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| Flowin for a long while
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| The regiments made this artform universal
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| Whether it’s a street sound, or commercial
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| Obstructors, are just realizing, that this is real
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| Respect to the regiments of the steel
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| Assemble!
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| More hip-hop greats, youknowhatI’msayin?
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| Big Daddy Kane, KRS-One, Kool G. Rap, Super Lover Cee
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| Biz Markie, Heavy D, Lady Kazaam, Special Ed
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| Slick Rick, Lakim Shabazz, Queen Latifah
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| Sugarhill, that sold about eight mill'
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| When «Rappers Delight» caused media fright
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| How could a bunch of kids possibly sell more than me
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| And Randy Travis kickin all that country madness?
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| Failing star, failing guitar or a banjo
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| Your whole artform needs to retire in Orlando
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| Rap has developed in the motherland by storytellers of wisdom
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| No wonder we’re best-sellers
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| The art was passed on from generation to generation
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| Developed in the mind cause the rhyme
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| The track is just a cosmetic background
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| Cause we all need some kind of sound.
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| To complete the whole feel
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| And it’s wield by the regiments of the steel
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| Word up, MC Lyte, my boys GangStarr
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| The D.O.C., Eazy-E, Salt-n-Pepa, Whodini
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| Grandmaster Flash, Furious Five, Grandmaster Melle Mel
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| Tribe Called Quest, the Jungle Brothers
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| Dana Dane, Kwame, Shabba Rank’n, De La Soul
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| Stetsasonic, Shinehead, Lil' Shawn
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| Kid’n’Play, Rob’n’Dave, Rich Nice, Fat Doug
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| Finesse’n’Synquis, Groove B. Chill
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| LL Cool J, Flavor Flav, Professor Griff
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| Positively Black, UTFO, Dr. Ice, ESP
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| Sweet Tee, Kool Moe Dee, Fearless Four
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| Cold Crush. |