| A little bit better than dopest
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| A brand new kid in showbiz
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| With knowledge I persevere
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| But now do me a favor, lend me an ear
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| And we can find the rhyme to fill in space
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| And drop the bass with a taste of light
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| Lyrical perfection, see I’m equipped to um Open your mind like a Christmas gift
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| It’s '89, the new school is needed
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| Originals, see nobody can do it like we did
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| The D-O to the C-O, a deuce not a trio
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| Me-o, mi-o, spin a chump like a gyro
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| Hard, dangerous, suckers angle this
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| Cut is raw, why? |
| Cause they can’t handle this
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| Loot to bring, and I take a second to rock the rhythm
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| And stay smooth like a prism
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| A Portrait of a Masterpiece, It’s Funky Enough
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| Cause Dre told me it has to be
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| A little stronger, to I make not a mistake
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| I’m too much on the hype tip, Dre break
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| Circle an answer, it’s a multiple choice
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| Who’s the kid with the golden voice?
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| A, the brother upon this song
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| B and C, I don’t know, but that answer’s wrong
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| Pure simplicity, it’s the D-O to the C Most incredible, unforgettable
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| On a mission, the man kids want to be Like that, cause I’m one in a mil
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| Hype producer, creator, maker
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| Making it now but I’ll do it for you later
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| In the mix Dre put his hands on
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| (Scratching) Now that’s a hell of a song
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| I show and tell what should be told
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| And say it with conviction and proper use of diction
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| So that it’s easy to understand
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| (Who can do it better?) Huh, no one can
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| '88 is gone, and all you big shots
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| Have graduated, in other words made it So it’s a new year to start a new time
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| You need to know what’s on my mind so lend me an ear
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| Hold the riff, sucker, cause we don’t need that
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| It’s so don’t standing and my mic don’t feed back
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| Break, you’re broke, he got up and forgot
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| I drop science, and put his neck in a knot
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| Trying to hold what can’t be held
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| So the punk records jam, I don’t give a damn
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| I do it in a different class, so what’s up?
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| You wanna break? |
| You’re all the threat of a buttercup
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| As knowledge coming, I’m coming never sleep or slip
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| I fall on the serious tip
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| Stop and stutter trying to think, your brain is soft
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| Words are clogged in your throat, you’re coughing on The boss, straight from the South
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| Word is bond from word of mouth
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| So let the nation be hip to the fact that I’m the great one
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| Until I sung, no damage done
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| Peace, a dream we all dream together
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| Dope forever together in a nation of one
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| Rising and showing no fear
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| Yo, lend me a motherfucking ear |