| And if you wanna get the feeling, got to feel it in your heart
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| You need brain power, dictation
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| Vocabulary, articulation
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| Creativity and originality
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| Execution of a feud formality
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| Versatility and a voice that’s loud
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| With the ability to take a crowd
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| To its apogee, and always has a
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| Feeling like you’re havin a mental orgasm
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| Makin all minds come to one conclusion
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| You are the best and it’s not an illusion
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| (The best)
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| (Rockin my beat)
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| (The best)
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| For instance
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| If this record was an atom, I’d be the nucleus
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| The center of attention, Kool Moe Dee and I’m just
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| Like the core of an apple, the priest of the chapel
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| With the mic in my hand I’m like a surgeon with a scalpel
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| Ready to operate the rhymes that I create
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| Sounds like music to your ears cause I can combinate
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| Bass and treble to create a level
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| Of highs and lows of sounds that goes
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| With syncopated concrete-created
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| Beats that meet the standard of a street credit
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| Gotta critique a rhyme if it’s weak
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| You won’t wanna speak if your rhymes not peak
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| With verbs and nouns and adjectives
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| Combined to make a phrase
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| That’ll play with a beat
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| Stop and start, slow it down at a part
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| And totally amaze
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| The whole crowd, leave em in a state of awe
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| Cause I’m as perfect as a diamond without a flaw
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| And yes, I’m legendary, also very, very
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| Educated, proficient and extraordinary
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| In my field the other rappers yield
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| A knight in shining armor and the mic is my shield
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| In rap I’m vital, the other rappers' idol
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| The best mc and Moe Dee’s my title
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| But you can call me Kool
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| Now when I rock instead of just average I’m better
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| Than the average man and that’s why I can
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| Make a real human feel like a mannequin
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| I mean a cold-heart dummy, from the time I walk in
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| I’ll shock ya and amaze ya, hit ya, then I’ll daze ya
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| Either way I’m gonna phase ya cause I’m sharp as a razor
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| When I’m rhymin to the cut, you know what?
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| I’m the best MC, many imitate me
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| They never would admit it, they just can’t get it
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| I rhyme like the rest, but the juice I possess
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| Always seems to be more, I’m a rhyme connoisseur
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| My taste for the beat is also elite
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| I’m the best hip-hopper from off the street
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| Cause when I’m rhymin on the mic I always take control
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| Can’t another rapper touch me with a ten-foot pole
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| I rhyme a 100 miles an hour with lightning-speedin power
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| Make the sweetest of the sweet MC’s look sour
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| Timber as they tower, because I devour
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| Any other rapper and I can prove it now or
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| A little bit later, cause I’m a graduator
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| From a rhymin' alma mater, but some say alma mata
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| Like you say patata, I say potato
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| Tomato, tomata, my data’s up to data
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| Cause somethin is the matter with those of you say dada
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| Could mean opposite of mama, like the kids at Wonderama
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| I’m very good at actin, I’m very good at drama
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| I confuse you with a period, colon, and a coma
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| Cause when I’m rhymin' and I take a pause
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| You think the rhyme is over but when you and yours
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| Really check out what I’m doin, then you say ooh
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| When they say who’s the best MC to you
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| You’ll look at me, then you say «I know who»
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| (Moe Dee, Moe Dee…)
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| It’s Kool Moe Dee
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| (Moe Dee, Moe Dee…)
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| (The best) |