| Ayo check it Now the ultraviolet seems to have me slippin
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| Well I’m on guard son, there’ll be no ass whippings
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| Behind my back, I know MC’s be tripping
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| Some say What’s up? |
| Some stick out their bottom lip and
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| I motivate, spark the L then skate
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| There’s no debate, I put the funk on your plate
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| So get it straight, it’s the lyrical mechanic
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| I cause a panic, of depression that’s manic
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| Harder than granite, I revolve like the planet
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| And got the game to leave the chickenheads enchanted
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| Word to Janet, and her brother Jackie
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| I put the squeeze on mommies like Pataki
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| Gather round! |
| Gather round and check the flow! |
| (Repeat 4x)
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| Now, I dehydrate your body just like a Heinekin
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| Tip-toe through your tulips like Tiny Tim
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| Back up son, it’s Diamond D and his mighty men
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| You wanna see a show? |
| Call Chris Lighty and
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| I’ll come to your town, tear the walls down
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| Pound for pound I gets down for my crown
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| I gets busy, you can ask my nigga Wizzy
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| I’m slicker than that fox found on Thin Lizzy
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| You wonder Is he, slacking? |
| But I’m a mack and
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| I’m always packing, cause niggas don’t know how to act and
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| They wanna riff, made because I got the gift
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| Enjoying a spliff, on 125th
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| I roll on your set like a brand new Perelli
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| Got more charisma than Arthur Fonzarelli
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| Got a belly, but that don’t slow me down in a telly
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| Put it on ya like the Claw did Jim Kelly
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| Gather round! |
| Gather round and check the flow! |
| (Repeat 4x)
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| Now check it To all my foes you can just keep hushin
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| The stage ain’t the place you wanna be rushin
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| Cause there’ll take place a spontaneous combustion
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| Life’s a game of chess and I play like a Russian
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| I mean to win, pass me the gin and a pen
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| And on a skin, I spend no more than a Benjamin
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| Franklin, and I’m off to the bank and
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| I roll with a crew that passes out the most spankings
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| This side of the Mason Dixon
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| I bought your tape and I erased it like Nixon
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| In Watergate, mom don’t blame me if your daughter’s late
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| Cause she was hooking, one of my niggas saw the bate
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| I bob and weave like Julio Chavez
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| Vacate in San Juan or? |
| Nisna Budez?
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| Trying to get these beaches, I cut off the dreads
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| Make MC’s run like they just seen the Feds
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| Live life for '96 that’s my motto
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| Look out for my peeps like Alphonse D’Amato
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| Witty and shifty describes my sticcatto
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| Peace dun, the lyrical desperado
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| Gather round! |
| Gather round and check the flow! |
| (Repeat 8x) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gather Round , by - Diamond D. Song from the album Hatred, Passions and Infidelity, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп