| Well let’s get busy, let’s get the party started y’all
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| Flow like water (flow!) burn like a fireball
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| With one-hundred proof, bulletproof, raise the roof
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| I’m breaking through, coming through, pulling through, move through
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| I’m making suckers who never want to give props give it up
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| (Prop-prop-prop-props!) 'nuff props, rippin' up
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| The mic is second nature, I always made your route
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| You say you got the flavor, I can’t taste ya
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| I could blam when you stand, only dancing could save ya
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| Let’s make this party bounce (bounce, bounce) who got the flava
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| (You got it!) Who got the flava?
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| (You got it!)
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| Well here comes a clean rap fiend on the scene (ho!)
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| Don’t want to be mean, pipe dream routine (no!)
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| Just straight-up massive, no one surpasses
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| Dark skin and glasses, do when you’re asked if
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| Nothing exists except music to live (what!)
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| The musical gift that I use when I rip (up!)
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| The mic, the party, the park, the house, the show
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| It makes no difference, I rip them wherever I go
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| Cause I get hype when I see a mic that I like
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| Grab it, a magnet, I have it, I got a hype
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| Rhyme for all occasions, if not I rise to
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| Any occasion, I raise up and rise you
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| So get up on your feet, put your hands in the air (yeah!)
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| And get up off the wall cause the flavor’s in here (here!)
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| Front and center stage with the juice, I can taste ya
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| But I can’t taste the juice, so who’s got the flava
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| Make it bounce brother, bounce, bounce
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| (Let me tell you something)
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| (I'm a bad bad man)
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| I got to and you got to get ice
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| I don’t flow like slow, like soul
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| Like what the fit up, is it up?
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| So get up, get it up, give it up (pop pop pop!)
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| Goes the rhyme as I drop the nine
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| When I want to hit you this is how I do a line (shoot!)
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| I shoot the gift (fat!) fat like a spliff (smoke!)
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| Smoke it and sniff (rip!) Rip every riff
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| I sit up, appeared in the mid aisles I sit in
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| I and I’m out like a fed
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| Make-making them bust on a move, as I Krush like a Groove
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| And I must improve, check-one-two
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| Never played like plaids or fade like fads
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| I just update rhyme styles that I had
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| And this is just a sample of styles that I gave ya
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| Like sweet to the beat when I speak, taste it, who’s got the flava |