| Listen up, learn, you’ll get your turn
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| I’m sendin this out to all it may concern
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| The party master Everlast is here
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| Before we begin I’m gonna make this clear
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| I take no short cuts, Bilal adds dope cuts
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| If girls were around I’d grab and grope butts
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| And if she got a man and he tries to step up It’s ashes to ashes and dust gets swept up Tryin to step to me, boy, you must be sick
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| Got a nine in my pocket, takin heads out quick
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| I make my music loud, my parents proud
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| There’s not an artist alive drawing a better crowd
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| Than the Everlasting operator droppin a groove
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| To make you get up and dance while I bust this move
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| And talk about myself, I don’t need a partner
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| Bilal has the cuts, then I’ll help start the
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| Show, let a lyric flow and you’ll know
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| I make you jump up out your seats, scream and say «ho!»
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| You fall back down completely exhausted
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| Once you had the sound, but now it seems you lost it You’re worn out, you can’t take no more
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| Since Everlast and Bilal took control of the floor
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| So jump out your seat, move your feet cause the beat’s complete
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| I’m never missin a beat
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| (Never missin a beat) -→ George Clinton
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| There’s no need for askin, I’m the Everlastin
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| My mind is a poll and I’m gonna cast in The ocean of words and pull out a new rhyme
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| And if it feels good, then I’ll do it two times
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| Or maybe three, four, or even five times
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| When I’m done Bilal cuts up my rhyme
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| He’s my partner, not a stand-in
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| On a 'highway to heaven' just like Mike Landon
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| And when it comes to battles my boy’s a sure win
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| He’s been in more scandals than J.R. Ewing
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| Busted up more parties than five-o
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| When it comes to a fight my boy’s good to go So step on stage, we duke it out like men
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| I beat you down with every word that flows out my pen
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| And I was the Green Hornet Bilal’d be Kato
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| Right by my side kickin up dust
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| And if a sucker acts stupid, grab my gat and bust
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| You can’t run away cause my clip holds ten rhymes
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| If you been beaten once, I’ll beat you ten times
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| Worse than you ever been beaten before
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| I don’t drop my mic unless my throat gets sore
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| And that don’t happen because when I’m rappin
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| My rhymes’d beat Gregory Hines if they was tappin
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| So jump our your seat, move your feet cause the beat’s complete
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| I’m never missin a beat
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| (Ain't it funky)
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| Lyrical and linguistic, somewhat artistic
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| Some call me a devil, others call me mystic-
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| al like a crystal ball
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| And if you step to me you’ll take a fall
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| Just like the Roman Empire
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| Feel the wrath of a devil’s hellfire
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| Callin me a devil, some think it’s a diss
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| To me it’s just a name, it’s not stones and sticks
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| You can’t hurt me, I got a positive outlook
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| Readin my good book
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| Or maybe some philosophy like Socrates and Plato
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| Step to me with drugs, I just say no But I’ll drink some lemonade if it’s (?)
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| I’m down with DLC and the Styler
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| The D-i-v-Einstein of rhyme
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| Is down with me cause he knows that I’m
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| On my way I will not stray
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| From the path of knowledge that’ll earn my pay
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| I think for myself, I take advice
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| And if I did it wrong once, then I do it twice
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| I check my steps, make sure they’re correct
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| And that’s why me and DLC get respect
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| So jump our your seat, move your feet cause the beat’s complete
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| I’m never missin a beat |