| Yo, yo, if you had much class
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| And style like I had
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| You would be so glad
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| I see why you so mad
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| I’m born with it
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| Like Marvin and Lauren with it
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| Yo, deform with it
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| The way we perform wit it
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| You gon' get it
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| Your rebuttals are long winded
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| The song ended
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| If you satisfy
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| It’s all splendid
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| Yeah, like Kevin Lockerbie
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| Rockin' some beige Wallabees
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| Blinded by the mockery
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| Time is never stoppin' me
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| Drop the clue
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| Connected with Cut and Nu
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| On the…1−2
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| (talking)
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| There’s only one capable
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| Breaks the unbreakable
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| Melodies unmakeable patterns
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| Unescapeable whatever we aim at
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| We line 'em up
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| The party is weak from the same rap
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| Time’s up
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| We payin' homage as well as returnin' favors
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| Candy for your ears hear us now
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| Or hear us later
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| We fully capable
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| Make no mistake if we
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| BREAK a few rules
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| Make a few moves
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| And drop a few jewels
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| On top of your views
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| Unstoppable dudes
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| Using third optical tools
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| To Rakaa few crews
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| You gotta confuse
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| Melodically
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| Use rap to sonically bruise cats
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| Harmonies move over
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| Chemically glued tracks the ripper
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| Formulated fax center
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| Orchestrated back bender
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| Sign, Post, Date and send ya
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| And take you out like placenta
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| When I’m in your eye end ya
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| Blend with the beat like shadows and black ninjas
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| Me the epicenter
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| When I’m rocking the mike
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| I’m from the earthquake state
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| Shakin' up your life no aftershock
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| We blow the spot from the top
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| We have to rock
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| Ain’t that much time on the clock
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| Kick rocks
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| Keep it movin' now pick up the pace
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| We drop and hit the ground runnin'
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| Winnin' the race
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| With limited space and limited papes
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| At any rate we take your mind
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| To the realest of states
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| Cuz…
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| The flow gon' shine
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| We blow yo mind
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| With vocal rhyme
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| And music from my DJ in the back
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| Gon' shine
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| We’ll blow your mind
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| With vocal rhyme
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| My DJ in the back is gonna
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| BREAK (scratching)
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| Yo, we payin' homage as well as returnin' favors
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| Candy for your ears hear us now…
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| I put the Bob in the Bob Diddy
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| Spit it for y’all city
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| Use what Allah give me
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| Flip it if y’all wit me
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| Kinda black kinda bold
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| Ghetto soul beautiful
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| Still in it for you to hold
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| Cover girl centerfold
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| My spot, hot like lava rock
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| I get busy from Panorama City to Lompoc
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| You prefer hood medic procedure
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| Poetical breather with fever
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| Cuz…
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| There’s only one capable
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| Breaks the unbreakable
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| Melodies unmakeable patterns
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| Unescapeable whatever we aim at
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| We line 'em up
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| The party is weak from the same rap
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| Time’s up
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| We payin' homage as well as returnin' favors
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| Candy for your ear hear us now
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| Or hear us later
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| (Sample) |