| Yeah… Uh…
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| Yo, it went from Africa to Port-au-Prince to Knoxville, then I come in
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| Manhattan, South Bend, Albany, BROOKLYN!
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| Philly, back to Harlem and, now we in the ATL
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| Where it stops, don’t nobody know, +It Ain’t Hard to Tell+ (Word to Nas)
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| Underall, around the sun ain’t nothing new
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| You take yourself wherever you go
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| And I get +Nuttin' But LOVE+ when I’m comin through
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| And like, Heavy D, heavily, classics, but +You Ain’t Heard Nuttin Yet+
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| Don’t open the oven yet, boiling cheese, let the dough rise up
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| Please size up emcees like lumberjacks do
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| Trees and states where they legalize weed — OH WHEE~!
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| Peace to the family with relative ease
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| From blood seed to 120 degrees
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| Bachelor’s, Master’s, knowing what’s faster
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| The speed of sound or the speed of light
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| The speed of mind or the speed of life
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| The key to life, opening doors like hot water opens your pores
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| And swift wisdom giving your pause
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| Something change the roof or applause, yeah
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| Rearrange the bull like the draws in your dressing drawers
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| I juggle the flow, easy as you walk and chew gum but my jaws won’t stop
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| Don’t even try to front like your jaws won’t drop
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| By the time you press pause, we done hit fast-forward
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| Bandwagon making express stops, all aboard, let’s go! |