| Now who was the crew that brought you misery
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| (Freestyle Fellowship, Freestyle Fellowship)
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| Who are the devastating dedicated rappers this century
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| (Freestyle Fellowship, Freestyle Fellowship)
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| Give me a roll call
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| (Myka 9, Jupiter, P.E.A.C.E.)
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| Aceyalone-y stoney only homie, none of em' causing grief
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| Give me a one (one!), give me a two (two!)
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| Give me three degrees of slippery
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| Moving the flim to flippity
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| I-ho whoa, I go low, oh I know
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| It’s a hell of a job,
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| Why go slow, know thy soul
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| Sad, happy mad, four five
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| Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby!
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| You better count your blessings to your lesser is a baby, baby
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| All follow me none as we sing, under the sunshine
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| I put my name, I get my fun baby
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| You could be the lucky 1
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| At any given
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| Know when you was gonna say, baby, baby
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| At any great occasion
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| As upon the haze
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| In a state of grace and velocity
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| Imma dance to this rhythm, till I just can’t stop
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| Now my name’s Jupiter, sent to save hip hop
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| I’m the biggest and the flyest of the fellowship shop
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| Dip off the devil back somersault twist
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| And land with a handstand upside down
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| Now throw your hands in the air
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| (Buck! buck! buck!)
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| Walk to the beat that is so fat
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| I’m a heavyweight but heavy? |
| deep down?
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| If you wanna hear me rock a party get straight back?
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| I’m officially a misery and when I get back
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| It’s hard to pull a murder move on this groove
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| So smooth, out
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| All the sucker MC’s in the crowd
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| Scream and shout
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| You will never know so get your groove on though
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| Before time runs out
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| And just when you think you’re free free free
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| Lights out
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| Say Acey, say oooh!
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| Say Jupiter!
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| Say Myka 9!
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| Say ??
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| We are the Freestyle Fellowship (x5)
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| We are…
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| This is the part where you get in a circle
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| Move your body, move your body (x4)
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| Everything is gonna be alright (x4)
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| Uh uh it’s alright
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| Uh uh it’s alright, y’all (x4)
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| Is a seven point star
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| Heaven isn’t that far
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| Livin' isn’t that hard
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| When you’re given no scars
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| From a legal or illegal assignments?
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| irregular my over standing iris
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| A chakra you’re a blowing? |
| too much my mind tight
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| Like a blowin in a secret to ignite
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| I get Dynamite on the mic
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| And I like being optimistic
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| Seeing like a mystic, baby
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| Anything is everything and anyone is everyone
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| And then I’m singing
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| It’s gonna be alright
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| It’s gonna be alright (x2) |