| Beatbox and
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| Turntables
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| Few tracks and
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| Microphoneaye!
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| I say I’m back dakety digedy daca like a sacka
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| Black blacety hakety haca daca wacka
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| Play with your tongue diga daga waga say, yo
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| I gotta lyrics like bullets in the AK
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| So ready or not, I’m coming to ya
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| What you gonna do now? |
| Step in to the party of mine
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| All I neeeeeed is a rhythm divine
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| So I can put the words on beat and drop it on the line
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| Hippy hippy shake hippy lo hippy hi
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| Bigedy back to trackmasters slam ziggy I
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| Hiphop is my ambition, so I settle the score
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| I’ll be one step ahead with my sniper on your backdoor
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| Yeah I got a message in the bottle take it from the water
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| Read it to your sister and your brother
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| Step inside the perfect dark of this new lifeform tonight
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| Put the uniform on tonight
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| Gimme room, gimme room now, back up son
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| You won’t get the mic yo 'til I get done
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| I warn you: do don’t talk, I say say
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| Come on baby light my fire, purple haze
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| Higher mathematics, 106
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| No tricks, just a pure hiphop addictics
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| Don’t ever underestimate your enemy like Kennedy
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| They got the poison, you don’t got to remedy
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| What’s the melody coming from the temple of the Kwan dynasty?
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| Sweet melancholy rhapsody
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| His Infernal Majesty has arrived
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| And I’ll testify when the love and death embrace tonight
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| Oh my godda, oh my goddess
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| That I don’t live in fucking 'mal, god bless
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| Yo, should I wear a pink dress, should I go at all
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| Knock the wood, knock knock a d’l d’l
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| Engine, engine number 9
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| Across the fader on the transit line
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| Back little at the front — that’s fine
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| Is everybody ready for the chorus?
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| It goes something like this! |