| Ayo, yo yeah bring in them keys real quick though
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| You know what I’m talkin about, yeeah
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| Eyedea and Abilities in the house, two-thousand and three
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| Bringin' you that DJ… MC… just some good hip hop music
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| Yo, you ready to get into this? |
| (yeah)
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| Well drop that beat then…
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| Ladies and Gentlemen (EA, EA)
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| Ladies and Gentlemen (EA)
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| We bringin' it back to basics, situated under the basement
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| The nation is guaranteed to hit the pavement
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| You slept now you’re bobbin' your head
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| So hard your left with a permanent injury to your neck
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| The turn of the century’s way behind
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| We raped the time and she gave birth to the First Born drafted this design
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| What? |
| You thought our second record wouldn’t be live? |
| Suprise!
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| Why’d it take you so long realize only the strong survive?
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| Without the need for compromise
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| No one’s above us, in context
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| Your whole genre’s elevator music playin' on the way up to where my songs sit
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| You sold a lot of records, but I got a question
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| How many endin' up back in the used section… all of 'em
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| Yeah Abilities' beats bang
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| But he ain’t makin' nothin' for you, so stop callin' him
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| I had enough of these pretty punk emcee/DJ duos
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| Pseudo-boy bands holdin' hands in public
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| Your candy-coated condom-flavored karaoke cover songs
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| Are no longer accepted so I suggest you exit *back*
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| Back on a mission to corrupt human brain waves
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| Unconcerned with circumstantial turbulence, we learn to aim straight
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| With every endin' there comes a new beginnin'
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| Listen we got to clue you in on just what you’ve been missin' |