| Yeah, kick a little freestyle, show you kids how I get wild
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| You know, show ya how to make records, do it the right way
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| You listeners out there, you know it’s real, you know, it’s real
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| Yeah check it out, you know one time
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| I make statements, permanent holes in what you say
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| It ain’t that riff raff junk and all the garbage that you play
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| College kids know that’s a Frisbee, it’s a no, no
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| I got thank god it’s not released in a promo
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
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| I kick one style, you Kurt, yo drop that record right down
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| They wanna dance, yo stupid buggin', c’mon right now
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| Yeah, I guess I’ll jump up on the record
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| Your A&R man is quite stupid, he can’t check it
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| My style go again, my style flow again
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| My style kicks like Jim Kelly in a show again
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| Alright you buggin' my brother, you still thinkin'
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| A M.C. |
| Battle, no comp, a rapper still stinkin'
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| You got that deal this time 'cause you was lucky man
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| Yo, gimme my tape back yo, what fuck it man
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| I continue I walk with my heat I burn your style
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| Like a live barbecue smells good I turn your style
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| You don’t want none, it’s rabbit time and duck season
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
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| I put my mask on, the thing with me you can’t see me
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| My freestyle get wild makin' rappers wanna leave me
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| Yo pack yo bags yo kid you catchin' Amtrak
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| I’m revolvin' like a pin worm in yo ass crack
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| I don’t care who you bad, I work your rectum out
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| Give you a shower cap, a rag wipe your spectrum out
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| I see you boogie' an' down hop on the first floor
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| I see you boogie' an' up hop on the second floor
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| You ain’t that good kid, I’m bringin' back more
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| Your crew is over like Breakout and the Funky Four
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| Super Rhymes the Fifth Dimension on they last tour
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| Yo, better step back, yo tell 'em that I’m comin' through
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
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| I come like Fright Night, you come and you fear the funky monster
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| You walk like herman, I cut your hair like Eddie Munster
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| Don’t try that grampa style, you catch a tissue wipe
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| You talkin' big shit, ya rhymin' on a tiny mic
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| I freak the funk, I flow 'n funk, I freak it fast, I freak it past
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| Like Scottish wipe ash
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| You don’t know you margarine, come on butter man
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| I hate to say it straight to your face again
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| Kickin' that wack junk, you’re bound to feel the bass again
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| I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, yo play kid
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| If you must test skills you dummies can stay, kid
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up
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| Move on the floor, spread 'em wide, eat 'em up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spread 'Em , by - Kool Keith. Song from the album Sex Style Unreleased Archives, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп