| Yee
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| Drop that beat
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| We dont play
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| Get back
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| Open the gate, dominate, pushing my own weight
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| Feelin vega omega was born in cassette tapes
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| In '88, hip-hop took control, back than when my girlfriend’s name was nicole
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| Rest in peace her soul, we had FUN i think back, child prodigy gifted in black
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| Freestylin, we wildin banging on tables
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| I still have FUN, my trio Run, Dee, and Fable
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| Livin on cable, livin on T.V. screens, internet, dvd, what is this all mean?
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| My life is like a dream but inside i wanna scream cuz when i wear my sneakers n
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| jeans i feel seventeen
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| My momma says get the C.R.E.A.M, but hazard this money scheme
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| To desecrate the art, and now i gave my heart, and delegate the sparks and admit
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| When the pen hits the paper from despise squairy and water vapor originator
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| CHORUS
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| Ive been here since it started
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| Ive walked a thousand miles
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| Im here to beg your pardon
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| To do a thousand smiles
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| And when the day is over
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| I hope your will is done
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| I hope your dancing over
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| I hope your having FUN
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| YO!
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| Look at the crowd they’re jinglin
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| Everyones mingling
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| Hip-hop bringing people together
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| Tougher than leather, like Run-d.m.c
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| Its time to show up, blow up like t-n-t
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| Or stay down, like a nomad wearing a crown
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| I ricochet my vocabulary to slay
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| The fake, make no mistake we know who you are
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| Fake rock stars hiding behind guitars
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| CHORUS
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| Ive been here since it started
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| Ive walked a thousand miles
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| Im here to beg your pardon
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| To do a thousand smiles
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| And when the day is over
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| I hope your will is done
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| I hope your dancing over
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| I hope your having FUN!
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| (Outro)
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| No doubt im in it to win it
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| Been makin moves since the womb
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| Solar strut, King Tut out the tomb
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| Hot begoons, try to pin me up to the boards
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| But i check the city thoughts on the album like George
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| Metropolis, no stoppin this, rock rockin this, pop lockin this like Benzil
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| Or that kid dat porensol use to chill with so dead as a misfit
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| Grip, the microphone im too legit to quit
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| I bit my style from angels on the night shift
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| Like who shines so dope but still gives
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| It just becomes a curse when evil height gets
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| Into the mental path, use to be arts and crafts now its shots and graphs
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| Math-matical, man’s such a pity
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| When you switch up your dity, try to fool Gathom city
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| Is you with me, is you with me
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| Its fly or die so get live tonight
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| Can you feel the sick run the city?
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| Is you with me, is you with me
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| I said its fly or die so get live tonight
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| Or show love to your Gotham city
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| L.J.
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| Three boys in a car coastin
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| Three girls on the stars postin
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| Theres just one king and he dont wear wings
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| So lets stop the braggin and bostin
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| Its like
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| Three boys in a car coastin
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| Three girls on the stars postin
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| Theres just one king and he dont wear wings
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| So lets stop the braggin and bostin |