| When i grab the microphone i get down like light speed
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| It was the single D double double D crew who
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| When i grab the microphone i tend to make kids bleed
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| It was the single D double double D crew who
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| When i grab the microphone i get biz for all my peeps
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| It was the single D double double D crew who
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| When i grab the microphone we win battles like steak sweeps
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| It was the Five D Mc’s who rock the place with ease
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| New levels of life, lovely light you find on minds empty
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| Time to find drums and lace
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| Relay simply the facts of love and hate
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| Raheem drops beams in 88
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| In 89, i rhymed on lines on school desks
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| Lab became the routine
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| Ahead of my time like ill stocks
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| How could the real ever stop
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| These MC’s they say
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| Self preservations prioritized
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| Over time wasting
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| I rise like heat from the sun at 6 o clock
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| Surprise young minds, like pistol wip’ers from Glocks
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| My treatments be the shock
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| Electrocution you’re losing your whole life force
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| In situations you be caught
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| Ass out, thats to see what your life’s all about
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| Now the strong will survive
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| And the weak take dives
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| The slaves take lives
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| I’m taking files from FBI, makin'
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| Photocopies to give sight to the blind
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| For the deaf, i make beats to stretch like my breath
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| For the dumb, mic checks one time for ya mind
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| Do with it, what you will even if its, just recline
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| Tests for the soul with high stakes for the balance
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| Why waste talent, if its already written to be liven
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| This life of astrological travel and intuition
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| In addition, I’m wishin' more than heads would listen
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| Probably over-D'n on pills when i rock my shit
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| When i grab the microphone the crowd gets buckwild
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| It was the single D double double D crew who
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| When i grab the microphone i catch you sleeping like child
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| It was the single D double double D crew who
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| And when i grab the microphone i get biz like markie
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| It was the single D double double D crew who
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| When i grab the microphone i rock for props not for free
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| Be the Five D Mc’s who make cuts like surgery
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| Lets put it together
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| Over the rain and the stormy weather
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| Rock forever cause they never hear of them
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| They tried to murder them
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| Outta nowhere, see the smoke and the sparks
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| Flames in the dark, beats in the park
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| Cars bangin', the rhymes hangin' sucka MC’s
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| With styles lyrics and degrees from college
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| Five Deez bring the knowledge of life
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| From wisdom understands and the rhythm to give em the truth and rock
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| Over the top, hip-hop, fucking the cops in the anus
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| Cause they hate us, they can cut with the faders
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| Eating on a 12 hundred turntables
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| Wasn’t able to survive in my dimension
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| Didn’t listen so they die
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| A death blow and pain taking ya breath slow
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| Let go of ya previous out-look
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| Cause we about to flip the script and rip
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| Like ya neva' knew, take ya revenue
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| From the heavens a crew with 7's all up in the mix so bust this
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| Loving the lust wishing the trust could be
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| Before ya eyes close, and when no longer comes out ya nose
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| Cause blood flows thats how it goes when ya fucking with pro’s
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| Its like that y’all, Five Deez worldwide
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| And when i rock the microphone these kids step to the side
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| When i grab the microphone i refresh like iced tea
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| It was the single D double double D crew who
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| And when i grab the microphone nobody rhyme like me
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| It was the single D double double D crew who
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| When i grab the microphone i combat like tai chi
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| It was the single D double double D crew who
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| And when i grab the microphone i give kids lobotomies
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| It was the Five D Mc’s 3 mikes like trinity
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| I stay precise on swiss army
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| My time is nice
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| We must plan concise
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| Progressive moves
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| Till all digest these grooves
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| If most niggas could sit for a half a sec'
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| I guarantee they ears get wet
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| Wetter than vets left standing at charlies checkpoint
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| Check charlie with this next joint
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| Kick yo ass like
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| Like minds trained for games, for losers
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| Sock you in face with word placement of choice
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| Opinions get voiced, get amplified
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| The type on pad and L leaves paper moist
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| You catch like
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| Descend with subterranean men
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| And reappear like stress next year
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| What you hear is what we know
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| Never been backbone
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| Pro’s status, on back burners
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| Rhymes types like
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| No vandals who pick up on other channels
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| Pack burners with solid (?) and flannels
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| Got niggas blew out like candles |