| On the microphone like,
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| God bless this planet, planet,
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| Took like for granted, granted
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| This mic, mechanical, panic,
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| God hold it single handed
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| Times like a left-handed bandit
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| When right handed man
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| This bandit planned it
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| And propagandized it or Canada
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| It’s so on ice and so raw
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| And yeah move yeah so for power like thinking a soldier
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| Would fall to his knees to serve golden caps and such
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| To esoteric to touch but atmospheric enough to
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| Grab like a pink cat, tag on a wall,
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| B-boys at the park while DJ’s rock the party
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| And MC’s serve cooked food like Mr. pounded it
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| Back in the days when there’re rights
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| Are we the wrongs, kid?
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| But now the silly songs and electrical concerts
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| Though live for a luppa I will just drop sixteen bombs on it
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| Life and death they roll in Siamese twins
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| So the day that hip-hop dies
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| Another life could begin
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| And we continue to…
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| On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that,
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| On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that,
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| On the microphone like this, on the microphone like that,
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| On the microphone like this, on the microphone like,
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| All around the world, we move it up
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| And yo we keep things striving
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| So high from heaven to the deep blue sea
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| (Listen), I am not indie rock I was indeed hip-hop
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| With many styles I’m from the trine-ibal stop.
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| No comma, I’m my father’s persona,
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| I’m ready to spin my beat and maybe one day can meet my momma
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| Slides, I’m slinging verbs, my intent is not sinister, son of a minister
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| A bible thumping commissioner, finished an album
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| Scrap and draped in the nostalgia of cafeteria title
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| Battle just me and Nigel.
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| Now they spinning wax sticks, the back seat cracks
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| I can’t entertain us like Kevin can’t relax.
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| Yell I’m spinning thoughts with anti-gravital force
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| Shoot the monkey off my porch
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| And pass myself the torch to light it up…
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| All around the world, we move it up
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| And yo we keep things striving
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| So high from heaven to the deep blue sea
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| All I ever wanted to do
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| Was show you had faith in you
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| But now I help you through the fire
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| You’re so different baby
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| You always got something to say
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| But it’s more about the things you do
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| Got me singing yeah eh yeah eh yeah |