| It goes stop, don’t make a move, just freeze
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| Instead of tellin’a lie, get down on your knees
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| Please, give up the mic to MC’s
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| Masters of the ceremony, is what we be It goes stop, don’t make a move, just freeze
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| Instead of tellin’a lie, get down on your knees
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| Please, give up the mic to MC’s
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| Masters of the ceremony, is what we be.
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| (K-OS)
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| I was walkin’down the street about three o’clock
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| When I saw another MC at the end of the block
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| Talkin’to kids tellin’em, how they had to get the dough
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| So I rolled right up in the Cypher and said Yo!
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| Here is an example of a whack MC
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| Caught in the world and he just can’t see
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| He said, What? |
| Aiyyo, you disrespectin’me?
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| Now I got to battle you and show them who the best be.
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| He started spittin', he said, Somethin’somethin’hot.
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| Then he tried to talk about the money that he got
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| I said, Shhh c’mon yo, that’s all pass.
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| I got to break it down another way like this now.
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| Follow me here in this moment and time
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| Follow the rhyme created instigated to see the crime
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| You commit, when you sit in the past. |
| Don’t you know?
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| You construct a future based on everything that you know.
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| But to get to the unknown, we surely must erase
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| All the preconceived notions they keep throwin’up in our face
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| On the daily. |
| I run over tracks like Donavan Bailey
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| And break every record, in less than ten seconds.
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| They said, Oooooh! |
| That’s a real metaphysical.
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| We pull down the light cause the force is centrifugal
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| He tried to act up I had to give in Because the truth is an offense and not a sin, word life.
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| (Chorus: K-OS)
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| (K-OS)
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| MC’s ain’t comin’equipped, with the rhyme
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| Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time
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| The time is essential when you play with the lives of the youth
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| They want the truth, but you want loot
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| So ya change a little bit switch up your steeds
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| Now you got a bigger bag and countin’extra ki’s
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| Please, everything you do we do with these
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| Real MC’s are universal entities, that
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| Scope the universe lookin’for the fraudulence
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| Then we take a disguise like Clark Kent
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| My manner would have quick to check a scanner
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| For a weak MC sinkin’a city like Atlantis
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| You can’t stand this, missile placed and you vanish
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| I meditate delevitate the twelve planets
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| You cannot withstand the heavy verbal attack
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| I’m the lyrical master blaster yeah I can do that
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| I can also be your style, because I analyzed it You used to rock, but now you paralyzed it Doesn’t really matter like platinum blondes
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| Think what is an MC if he can’t drop bombs
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| Don’t really matter if it’s over your head
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| Cause the job of resurrectin’is to wake up the dead
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| So pay attention it’s the hard to behold
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| That everything that good it ain’t gold, for real.
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| (Chorus: K-OS) x2 ½ |