| Hey yo step back, my voice hit the track
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| And it’s back putting hack on the map
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| And it’s about that time to come correct with the rhyme
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| Get your feathers and climb to make the ladies feel fine
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| We shine like sunlight and make the beat run right
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| Making you rock like you only got one life
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| Left to feel this, stepping with the realness
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| We deal this now it’s all about the illness
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| Half-stepping, never that, we roll properly
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| A couple hundred bucks past go just like Monopoly
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| We full flash working this game like professionals
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| Lyrically put me to work, my feet sessional
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| I got you open while you digest my sound
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| Bugging out while you watch my record spin around
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| You love the way that it sound well go buy it
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| Think about biting my style? |
| Don’t even try it
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| What you trying me for?
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| Yo kid it ain’t worth it
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| What you trying me for?
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| Because my rhyme style’s perfect
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| What you trying me for?
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| You ain’t going nowhere with that
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| So don’t try it, ain’t nobody hearing that
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| So don’t try it cause nobody’s hearing that
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| And don’t try it, we don’t like you weak cats
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| And don’t try it, it’s getting hard for you to beat this
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| It wasn’t worth it cause I figured out your weakness
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| Who’s up next? |
| Who want to test and make me get vexed?
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| Who wants to test ST while he be on decks?
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| You know we make people bounce like out-of-date cheques
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| And take a step back like getting back with your ex
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| the sound, incorporate the jazz step
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| You wanna front son? |
| You’re walking on your last step
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| Wickedly shifty, it make your crew say
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| You put my tape inside your box, I’ll make your breastplate
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| Erasing cats with their raps when he pass through
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| Just so long as they never ever diss the class crew
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| They have to show the most respect for DNAQ
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| We always giving out the love and never hate you
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| We never ever came to do this on some quick shh
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| But when we do you know we guaranteed to rip shh
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| We make the loud rap cats stay quiet
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| Think about stepping to D? |
| Don’t even try it
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| What you trying me for?
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| Yo kid it ain’t worth it
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| What you trying me for?
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| Because my rhyme style’s perfect
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| What you trying me for?
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| You ain’t going nowhere with that
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| So don’t try it, ain’t nobody hearing that
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| So don’t try it cause nobody’s hearing that
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| And don’t try it, we don’t like you weak cats
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| And don’t try it, it’s getting hard for you to beat this
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| It wasn’t worth it cause I figured out your weakness
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| Yo this be my last verse, the verse to be the free throw
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| Ey yo we breezing right through like when the wind blows
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| But when the kick drum pump we break your windows
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| You know when shit gets played just like Nintendos
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| Big up my man? |
| we make the beat knock
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| Big up to Strumfield, Dela, and Pete Rock
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| I got my style on lock just like a cellblock
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| Cause when I ride on beats I make your legs shocked
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| It’s hip hop nonstop, we elevating this
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| So many cats out there will be relating this
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| Debating this but yo we on a love vibe
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| Making you jump to this, we on a club vibe
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| Turn this music right up, I need to hear this
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| Lyrically as an MC, DL’s fearless
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| Maintaining myself to start a riot
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| Think about taking me out? |
| Don’t even try it
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| What you trying me for?
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| Yo kid it ain’t worth it
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| What you trying me for?
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| Because my rhyme style’s perfect
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| What you trying me for?
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| You ain’t going nowhere with that
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| So don’t try it, ain’t nobody hearing that
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| So don’t try it cause nobody’s hearing that
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| And don’t try it, we don’t like you weak cats
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| And don’t try it, it’s getting hard for you to beat this
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| It wasn’t worth it cause I figured out your weakness |