| Fight Musik
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| Ha ha
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| Sound the alarm, there’s fire in the booth
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| The type of record that’ll violate a room
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| Gotcha boots walkin', get a mile in or two
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| It’s the Storm, y’all, callin' all troops
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| Watch out now, there’s fire in the booth
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| The type of music that annihilate a dude
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| On-time arrival, like a pilot’d do
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| It’s the Storm, y’all, callin' all troops
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| Turn it up and let it violate the room
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| Got ya speakers takin' off like we were flying to the moon
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| And you can say it, but cha lyin' if ya do
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| And ain’t nobody you know can run thru it, the way we do it
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| Get it started like there ain’t nothin' to it
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| Push the limits to the level that they can’t undo it
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| Even if ya don’t, act like you knew it
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| We just hit the pedal, and we put a lane right through it
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| I came to rock it, 'cause I Cain like Abel
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| Break bread with my brethren, 'cause ain’t no one leavin'
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| Run the party from the point like two turntables
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| And put it straight in the water, we don’t need no labels
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| Don’t bump my table, I got, brothas in my corner that are willin' and able
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| Apologize in advance if you are my neighbor
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| 'Cause the party starts now and ends two months later
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| Engine, engine #9, put your hands up in the sky
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| Now wave them like you learned to fly
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| Pick it up, pick it up, put it back
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| Engine, engine #9, on the New York transit line
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| If my train goes off the track
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| Pick it up, pick it up, put it back
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| Sound the alarm, there’s fire in the booth
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| The type of record that’ll violate a room
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| Gotcha boots walkin', get a mile in or two
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| It’s the Storm, y’all, callin' all troops
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| Watch out now, there’s fire in the booth
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| The type of music that annihilate a dude
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| On-time arrival, like a pilot’d do
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| It’s the Storm, y’all, callin' all troops
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| Welcome to the show
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| East, west, north, south coast
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| Toronto got me on lock like Vault doors
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| Fist pumpin' if ya proud to be atcha post
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| Raise those glasses, if ya more Yes, less no
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| Get it poppin', we goin' for the gusto
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| Nobody slackin', let’s go, no no shows
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| It’s time to move on if ya can’t let it go, yo
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| 'Cause we packin' the room from the front to the back door
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| I came to rock it, 'cause I Cain like Abel
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| Break bread with my brethren, 'cause ain’t no one leavin'
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| Run the party from the point like two turntables
|
| And put it straight in the water, we don’t need no labels
|
| Don’t bump my table, I got, brothas in my corner that are willin' and able
|
| Apologize in advance if you are my neighbor
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| 'Cause the party starts now and ends two months later
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| Engine, engine #9, put your hands up in the sky
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| Now wave them like you learned to fly
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| Pick it up, pick it up, put it back
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| Engine, engine #9, on the New York transit line
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| If my train goes off the track
|
| Pick it up, pick it up, put it back
|
| Sound the alarm, there’s fire in the booth
|
| The type of record that’ll violate a room
|
| Gotcha boots walkin', get a mile in or two
|
| It’s the Storm, y’all, callin' all troops
|
| Watch out now, there’s fire in the booth
|
| The type of music that annihilate a dude
|
| On-time arrival, like a pilot’d do
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| It’s the Storm, y’all, callin' all troops
|
| Sound the alarm, there’s fire in the booth
|
| The type of record that’ll violate a room
|
| Gotcha boots walkin', get a mile in or two
|
| It’s the Storm, y’all, callin' all troops
|
| Watch out now, there’s fire in the booth
|
| The type of music that annihilate a dude
|
| On-time arrival, like a pilot’d do
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| It’s the Storm, y’all, callin' all troops |