| It was a summer mornin' at the age of eighteen
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| I’ll start the story in the shower singin' Microphone Fiend
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| Tryna figure my routine for the day
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| There’s mad things to do with no delay
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| In preparation for this jam around the way
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| I’m steppin' out the shower
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| Crossin' out the calender
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| Pickin' out the afro and pullin' out the gear
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| I hear the same sounds every mornin'
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| Sports centre, the traffic
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| Your mom dukes screamin' in my ear
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| Dipped, yet my thoughts slip
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| Thinkin' that my plans just barely coincide with my money clip
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| But get a grip cos by the end of the day, bro
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| Your pockets’ll be a-ight, even before the crowd says 'A-yo!'
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| I jet up to Lex, take the 6 to the R
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| My journey wouldn’t feel as far if I had a car
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| 5-O was there, so I paid my fare
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| But I didn’t care 'til he gave a glare, who you tryna scare?
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| I’m passin' flyers to a crew of fly young sisters
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| A chicken from my past is actin' crab, so I had to diss her
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| My head bops and my fingers pops 'til I reach my stop
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| Then I mush my way through to the record shop
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| Can I get it one time for the selector?
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| Does he come correct in your sector?
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| Indoors or an outside jam
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| Can I get it if ya understand?
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| As I exit stage right, lookin' forward to the night
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| It’s official, I’mma have this party packed tight like toilet tissue
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| What’s the issue? |
| I’m never comin' wack
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| We never lack the latest flavour, keepin' crates stacked
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| Buyin' records by the pack
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| With my knapsack filled as I chilled
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| On the C-Train, simple and plain, let me explain
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| I had to check my man Gee for his m-i-c
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| Cos the way we be mine simply couldn’t maintain
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| As usual Gee was on C. P Time
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| But he came through with this mic, plus this bleeder light, right
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| My next step was to transport the system
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| Let’s see, between me and my peeps five deep
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| We still had no ride
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| So I hailed a taxi, since the yellow’s don’t stop
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| And it don’t quit, you know we went gypsy
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| Arrivin' on the scene at about eight-fifteen
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| To the same routine, some sheisty brother frontin' on my green
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| Never that, nah mean? |
| Check this out, black
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| Skip the non-sense cos I’mma say this just once
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| I want the money we discussed last week
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| Plus you’re payin' for my ride
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| I’ll take my loot upfront with no stunts, bro
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| Put your chequebooks away, no pay no J
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| No J no sound play, you make no profit, understand?
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| Plus your name was on the flyers so your rep’ll be dead
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| What he said? |
| Not a thing, he put the cash in my hand…
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| Can I get it one time for the selector?
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| Does he come correct in your sector?
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| Indoors or an outside jam
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| Can I get it if ya understand?
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| Can I get it one time for the selector?
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| Does he come correct in your sector?
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| Old school or a new school jam
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| Can I get it if ya understand?
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| On the line perplexed, fixed to flex cos you’re far from next
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| And the next one to bump you from the back gets his chin checked
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| But I don’t know about that cos I’m already in there
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| And I got ya grinnin' when you hear your favourite record spinnin'
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| So skip it, cos now you’re bouncin' to the door
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| But if you’re riffin' with the bouncers
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| You’ll be bouncin' straight up off the floor
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| So if you’re mad at the security
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| (Sadat X: It don’t mean jack to me… that's how it’s supposed to be)
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| As I mix Walk on By over Passin' Me By
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| Seem like everybody puffin' but I’m contact high
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| Off this fresh new wax, with the real brown sugars makin' eye contact
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| React, what’s the haps? |
| It’s digits or excuses?
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| I’m pullin' out the pen and she supplies the data
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| Flavour, but for now I got tracks to spin
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| So if you’re stayin' til the end we can handle this later
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| Torturin' the fader, the Tech 12 freaker
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| The bass from the amps shake the stickers off the speaker
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| I don’t claim to have the loudest sound in town
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| But from the inside it felt like the ground shaked from Lenox to Bleecker
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| Circles form, dance contests
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| Most know how I do while the rest make requests
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| But I’mma play what you wanna hear anyway
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| So get your boogie on and parley
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| Can I get it one time for the selector?
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| Does he come correct in your sector?
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| Old school or a new school jam
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| Can I get it if ya understand?
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| Can I get it one time for the selector?
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| Does he come correct in your sector?
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| Outside or an indoor jam
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| Can I get it if ya understand? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can I Get It? , by - J-Live. Song from the album Always Has Been, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп