| It’s the P-l-a-y, just here to say hi Askin you may I, tell you 'bout the day I Picked up a microphone, a pad and a pen
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| The legend of the Tramp begins
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| The party host with the most giving you a dose, see
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| Needing instructions, so listen closely
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| Two lines form, it makes you to step to him
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| Fellas at the backdoor, girls by the bedroom
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| The name is Play, don’t dare play me cheap
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| The microphone is a broom and I’ma sweep ya Off your feet with feelings that you never felt
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| Another notch in the belt
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| It’s no secret, I like to freak with the best of them
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| Then head to the stage in a test of men
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| And when it’s done and said and said and done
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| Play’s gonna be the victorious one
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| Yeah
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| Dope, ain’t it?
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| He-he, I know
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| Man, gimme that mic!
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| Oh, you want some of this?
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| Yo, it’s my turn
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| Yeah, go for yours
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| Anything you can do, I can do better
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| I can do anything better than you
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| No you can’t
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| Yes I can
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| No you can’t
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| Yes I can
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| No you can’t
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| Yes I can
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| Yes I can
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| I’m never fessin, possessin the tools that it takes to rock
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| I think it’s time for the new kid on the block |
| With a style that’s wild yet so unique
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| I can’t be stopped from reachin my peak
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| Because givin my all and all, that’s how I gotta live
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| It’s my prerogative, so you know I gotta give
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| More for the dancefloor and I’ma give brain sore
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| Kids revin and buzzin just like a chainsaw
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| I make em say: Damn man, that Kid, he’s a grand man
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| Cause I bust a handstand on American Bandstand
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| With these I please with ease and make your mind freeze
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| Straight out the 80s right into the 90s
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| Givin you the highs and lows like a drama
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| And if the mic’s got juice you know I’ma
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| Keep whalin, you know I have you starin a while
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| Because the Kid’s much more than hair and a smile
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| He-he
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| There it is, the hype shit
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| Oh, I see
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| Think you all that now?
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| Yup
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| And then some
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| Alright, bust it Anything you can do, I can do better
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| I can do anything better than you
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| No you can’t
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| Yes I can
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| No you can’t
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| Yes I can
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| No you can’t
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| Yes I can
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| Yes I can, boy
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| It’s my party and I rhyme if I want to Be careful and don’t you step to the front to Diss, cause I’ma dismiss with a death kiss |
| And make you sorry that you ever stepped to this
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| Microphone wizard, so come on, place your bet
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| Is it gonna be me or Eraserhead?
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| Why put your money on a sorry old poor thing
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| When you can get behind a sure thing
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| And that’s me, the capital P on the hype tip
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| One false move and you’ll get your ass whipped
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| Just tell me how the rhymes and the cuts sound
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| You won’t start feelin the pain till you touch ground
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| Boy, you’re goin way out, I’m ready to serve you
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| If you can stay I’ll pass you by curfew
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| Look at him, already a has-been
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| Let Uncle Play say a rhyme that’ll tuck your ass in Huh
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| Am I paid or what?
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| Man, you livin some kind of foul
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| Crazy
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| Alright, two can play at this game
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| Anything you can do, I can do better
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| I can do anything better than you
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| No you can’t
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| Yes I can
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| No you can’t
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| Yes I can
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| No you can’t
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| Yes I can
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| Once again.
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| The boy’s blowin smoke 'bout what he wanna be But it isn’t and wasn’t and it ain’t never gonna be Possible, cause I got lots of pull
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| And when you rhyme — ooh, there’s lots of bull |
| When it comes time to step to a mic I don’t sit around
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| Play, you know I don’t Kid around
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| So come with it, boy, don’t even hide your best
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| Cause 'Kid'spelled backwards describes you best
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| Look around, watch the people clap hands in unity
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| As the momentum swings from you to me You issue a challenge, yeah, you do it up
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| Step to the stage — too late, I blew it up The knowledge to build, just filled with excellence
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| You heard the rhyme, you been petro ever since
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| There’s no missin the words that I laid out
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| You didn’t Play, you just got Played out |