| I’ve returned from the meadow with a fellow named X two turntables and a spark upon his set
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| wet behind the ears from the tears of my peers
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| rap is outta control that’s what we fear
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| so we collapse any actual threats
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| with the new batch of catchy little quirks
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| and it works like a charm as I bomb and alarm
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| any listeners
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| coming through crisper
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| on your transistors
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| so we can eliminate the frauds
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| filled with pride as the audience applauds
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| might sound odd to the average Joe Schmoe
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| the new school passed ya ass like Flo Jo Dodo
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| me and CM-PX both construct
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| like Kid Creole and the Coconuts
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| as we drop the bomb with a blast
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| and now all the natives ask… |