Defari
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Focused Daily
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Juggle Me (for The Dj’s)
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Ay man, you call yourself a dj?
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(whassup baby whassup baby?)
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Ay what’s this you got in your hands, cd’s?
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(oh fo' sho' baby, stop and go baby)
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Ay you got any records man?
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(nah, no turntables baby, cd’s only)
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No turntables?!
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Juggle me, i’m best friends with technic
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1200's, and dj’s who stay blunted
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Juggle me, i’m best friends with technic
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1200's, and dj’s who never fronted
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I know i can can, like the pointer sisters
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Hot commodity item, like porno pictures
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Use what i choose and don’t play to lose
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For people who diss hip-hop, i got a short fuse
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But irregardless what they think, what you want
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Jungle drums full of bass for your trunk to pure funk
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Raw lyrics spice it up like cayenne
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Never on me or my skills do i be lyin
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But steady fryin your brain with tight beats
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Open your eyes, now you might see
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Juggle me, i’m best friends with technic
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1200's, and dj’s who stay blunted
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Runnin 'til the well runs dry
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E-swift never run out of beats, no need to answer why
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(that's right) and that means we’re infinite
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And when you’re infinite -- you’re never limited
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And word up, ain’t nobody could hold me
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All star in the mix tape league, i average 40
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Juggle me, i’m best friends with technic
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1200's, and dj’s who stay blunted
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Juggle me, i’m best friends with technic
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1200's, and dj’s who stay blunted
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Juggle me, i’m best friends with technic
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1200's, and dj’s who stay blunted
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Juggle me, i’m best friends with technic
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1200's, and dj’s who never fronted
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Don’t let the enemy get too close
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Strike first, strike hard, then we ou-tro we ghost
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Send the message that we’re not to be touched or played with
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Intentional foul is straight flagrant
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Respect me and respect due
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It’s all good, we can party down and drink mad brew
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(uh-huh) and just because you had a few
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Took a picture or two, yo you’re still not likwit crew
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(uh-uhh) peace to cottonmouth lou
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I’m here to do my do, mr. |
defari herut
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Rhymes shine like the diamonds from the deepest mines of africa
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I’m like your high tech cameras
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Amazing to all those who watch
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I rock a g-shock watch, half moon, and classic reeboks
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The golden days, let it rain
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Let the technic 1200 spin, let the music play
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All eyes on the dj
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Aiyyo i stay just west off the four-oh-five freeway
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Feel free, use some leeway (uhh)
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Run this again, make this your instant replay
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We gets down, hot cuts, hot mix
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I wants millions to know about me like chopsticks
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The necessity
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is that i always keep a new mixtape baby, right next to me
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Or within near proximity
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Cause anywhere i hear hard beats is my vicinity
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Lyrically i do surgery
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You can go to germany, and ask if they heard of me
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And b-boys won’t hesitate to commentate
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Blaze overseas and the states with this release date
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Aiyy man (yo whassup money?)
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Ay get up off the ground man (oh man, what happened?)
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I didn’t mean to hit you like that man i’m sorry
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(it's cool though)
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Ay man have you learned a lesson?
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(yeah man, i gotta go back to the lab and learn how to be a real dj)
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Real dj |