| Etta: Drop it 'til your soul feel free…
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| Jef: Alright.
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| Yo man, give me that microphone and sit down
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| Cos a brother like me is known to get down
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| So get up from the rhyme and you’ll find
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| It’s designed to give sight to the blind and enlighten the mind
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| And the lines are arranged in a strange unorthodox style
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| That knocks you out the box and blocks the competition
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| On a mission, fishin' in an empty tank
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| Comin' up blank
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| Crank the drums up so I can hear it
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| And it sums up, the thumbs up on the lyrics
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| And I’m droppin' it
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| Heavy like lead… we’re dumb, kid
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| Can you pick the perfect poet out the patch?
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| E he scratches, I make the words match
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| Try to catch up and you’ll break your jaw
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| Don’t laugh, I heard it happened before
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| Some sap said, «That nigga can’t rap»
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| I had to pull back the trigger and cap
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| A full round of rhymes and aim for the head
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| Not to put it to bed, but instead
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| Pick his brains just like a psychiatrist
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| He had no idea that I could just
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| Mentally took the brother for bad
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| I just wanted to see what kinda knowledge he had
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| He wasn’t too bright so I had to shed some light
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| And now me and the kid’s alright
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| He heard 'Give It Here' and had no idea I get dumb
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| I be droppin' rhymes on drums…
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| Do it, do it, 'til your soul feel free
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| Do it, do it, 'til your soul feel free (hey, hey-hey)
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| Do it, do it, 'til your soul feel free
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| Yeah yeah, hey hey, hey
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| Made in Manhattan, bred in the Bronx, boy
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| I ain’t no toy, I’ll destroy
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| Any form of competitor
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| In the form of a predator
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| I’ll stay ahead of the comp. |
| one jump
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| I know where I’m goin', yo and where I’m from
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| I was taught to go for mine
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| Even if I had to throw for mine that’s fine
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| But I left the neighbourhood
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| Just cos I came to Cali don’t mean I went Hollywood
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| I’m still good and why shouldn’t I kick it?
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| Stay awhile the freestyle is wicked
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| Rough and rugged, but it’s not ragged
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| Cos it’s not the way Def Jef does it
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| When I get in it I rhyme infinite
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| And that means forever
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| Whether obstacles in the way hinder
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| They bother me not a bit, cos hey
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| Small things are nothin' to a giant
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| When rappers get defiant
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| I ain’t scared, I’m prepared
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| Within my realm no souls are spared
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| Don’t try to read me, you’ll be baffled
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| Before you test me you best be careful
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| Cos you have no idea where I’m comin' from
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| I be droppin' rhymes on drums…
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| Do it, do it, 'til your soul feel free
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| Do it, do it, 'til your soul feel free, (hey, hey-hey)
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| Do it, do it, 'til your soul feel free
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| Do it, do it, 'til your soul feel free
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| Like a bear not your ordinaire, call me a grizzly
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| Like a bee I’m bound to bust busy
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| Expressing all thoughts with the notion in positive mode
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| God offered the ride and I rode
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| Listeners riding along with the legend in motion
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| Yeah, you knew I had the potion
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| A pinch of pizzazz and a smidgen of sincere savvy
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| A funky beat, and what have we here?
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| Not a mere but a major
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| A flavour you savour so tasteful, so watch your behaviour
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| Yeah, dope is what I gave ya
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| But you don’t smoke or sniff, this dope’ll save ya
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| From suckers you’ve been subjected to
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| Listenin' to, I’ll rescue you
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| S.O.S in effect with Def Jef and DJ Erick Vaan
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| Rockin' you on
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| Friend or foe I’ll take you blow by blow
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| If you’re a king then you know I’ll overthrow
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| So please don’t provoke me, this ain’t no joke, see?
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| You feel pain by every stroke of the pen
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| I don’t mean to be a jinx, but then
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| When you come against me your career’s at an end
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| I’ll attack with a rap that is apt to attract
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| Basic hip-hoppers cos basics are back
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| Oops, made a mistake, I’m in a daze
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| With me nothin’s basic, let me rephrase
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| Wonderful words, adjectives and verbs
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| Nouns by the pound, superb speeches and slurs
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| Simply supplying a subtle suggestion
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| If you’re selecting make me your selection
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| Upon completion of suckers deleted
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| The poet with soul will calmly be seated
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| Thinkin' «I'm good and you knew it»
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| Rhymes grow and flow so smooth like a fluid
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| Or liquid… with high liquidity
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| I’m turnin' rap to cash in a flash
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| But money’s not the name of the game or my claim to fame
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| To make you rock is my one and only aim
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| There’s no comparison to what I’ve become
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| I be droppin' rhymes on drums…
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| Do it, do it, 'til your soul feel free
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| Do it, do it, 'til your soul feel free, (hey, hey-hey)
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| Do it, do it, 'til your soul feel free
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| Do it, do it, 'til your soul feel free |