| Ok, its about to go down
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| Please step up
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| 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, go
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| Its the return, burn like a supernova
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| Spit the plates, the great debates over
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| Don’t rush, take it easy, slow down
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| Earth is a space ship spinning round and round
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| Were in it, together, we can make it better
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| Don’t sweat a, thing swing with no vendetta
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| I rhyme in a graph style, carve every letter
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| To move every B-boy king like Coretta
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| Scott, keep it hot block once rock
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| The plot that we tried to recignise was not
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| The L to the O-V, M-O-V-E
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| K dub dropin' the dub, thats new TV
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| The E-M-C double E no doubt
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| Runin' the route, wakin' out, turnin' the part out
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| We all fall from grace and make mistakes
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| And race the pace the base with the anidote «base»
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| And every single word in the verb wildstyle
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| Its not a mission its a riddle lifestyle
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| I’m still in the struggle and I see the light guile
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| Turnin' pretend accend whats in the profile
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| Can you feel it, to the beat ya’ll
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| Let the music play for the people
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| And if got a rock, whether your ready or not
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| yo, guess who’s back with the sequell
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| Oh ya, just do it
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| Oh ya, just do it
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| Now, in the beginning the light shined so bright
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| Within the city of my mind-scaped night
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| Listening, glistening the moon refliceting the sun
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| making me one with the music
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| Oh, get low, get for, get ho
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| Its different black gold
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| Yes I’m in the house but I never ever sold
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| Rhyme like vynl, 20 years old
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| With the mic in my hand, ringin' alarm
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| Singin' the song, bringing the calm to dramas so hard
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| To much info, been so instrumental, prtential, exponential
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| My DJ’s cuts are presidential
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| Yo Jazz, let the rythm hit 'em
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| I woke up to make the main cut, to face the pain
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| What does space contain love?
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| Its the heat-seaker, packin' the speaker to beat the sleek creature
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| It was written the sequel
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| Now
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| The world is yours unless the world is ours
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| What casting stones from afar
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| We’re like people driving in our cars
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| On los highway, my way |