| Once again, my friends, it’s time to rock it till the party ends
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| Rhymin' with timin', while EVIL E lets the record spin
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| Kickin' it, hittin', rockin', just so dope it’s shockin'
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| Because I be layin' rhymes super sly, cause this is do or die
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| Make it or break it, although most emcees do fake it
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| I’ll say the ICE can’t take it, time to microphone bake it
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| Raise the heatin' level, break out your coal shovel
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| Pump the temp, I’m sweatin' like a devil
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| Listen to my heartbeat, it’s beatin' like a wild man
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| But that’s natural, cause you know that I am
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| No punk, no chump, no fool, no toy
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| Try to get ill and serve you, boy
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| I’m on a hype tip, this ain’t no ego trip
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| Just rollin' thick as hell, champagne I sip as well
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| Listen and you’ll envision, this rap’s metabolism
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| I think the beat is dope, but it’s still your decision
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| Whether to turn it on, turn it off
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| Turn it up, make it loud, make it soft
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| EQ me with new frequencies or
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| Just rewind me till the tape bleeds
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| My heartbeat’s kickin' like a saturday movie
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| Some say it’s def, some say it’s groovy
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| I say it’s fly, you know why?
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| Because it’s spoken by the brother, whose name is spent with the «I»
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| The C-E-T., Cold Chillin' rhyme villain on the M-I-C
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| With raps roarin', I’m never borin', I keep tourin'
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| My record sales keep soarin' and soarin'
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| I’ll make a million, maybe two
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| Buy some rides, gold blow the dough on my crew
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| Wake up the next morning broke as hell
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| But not for long cause my records sell
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| My heartbeat’s kickin' like a gun shot
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| Why not? |
| That's who I made it for, the hardrocks
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| Better watch your gold when the posse breaks
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| Because what they want is what they take
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| But I’m coolin', I’m never foolin', too busy rulin'
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| Sucker emcees who need microphone schoolin'
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| Leave’em dazed, dogged, served and droolin'
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| By the playin' punk slayin' mac of microphone duelin'
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| Heartbeat (scratch freestyle)
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| This conglomeration is just a demonstration
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| Of rap’s penetration to the core of our nation
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| Some rappers get down with toy commercial sounds
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| I had my choice, I chose the underground
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| Like me or hate me, now if you want you can rate me
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| My beat is by ISLAM, the cut’s by the great E.
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| My heartbeat is kickin', it’s kickin' louder and louder
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| It’s gettin' deffer and deffer, I’m feelin' prouder and prouder
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| Not robbin' or killin', just mic illin'
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| The phone rings, «WE MADE ANOTHER MILLION»
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| Break out the Dom and pop the corks
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| Catch a flight to New York
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| Hit the L.Q. |
| watch RED spin, «IT'S CLOSED»
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| Brooklyn strikes again
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| Heartbeat (scratch)
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| Once again, my friends, it’s time to rock it till the party ends
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| Rhymin' with timin', while EVIL E lets the record spin
|
| Kickin' it, hittin', rockin', just so dope it’s shockin'
|
| Because I be layin' rhymes super sly, cause this is do or die
|
| Make it or break it, although most emcees do fake it
|
| I’ll say the ICE can’t take it, time to microphone bake it
|
| Raise the heatin' level, break out your coal shovel
|
| Pump the temp, I’m sweatin' like a devil
|
| Listen to my heartbeat, it’s beatin' like a wild man
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| But that’s natural, cause you know that I am
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| No punk, no chump, no fool, no toy
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| Try to get ill and serve you
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| Boy (fade out) |