| I used to rock rough rhymes alone to the break of dawn
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| A lonely rider on the storm I was a fighter by a microphone
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| A bonebreaker verbal acrobatics to the fat beat
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| I’m a black man sitting on the backseat
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| With the freestyle mode bebe form one
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| You might get the mic maybe — don’t stun
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| I practice my shit daily unison
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| With Mary rappin' melody of oblivion
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| It’s so mystic how I got in this business
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| I’m melodic miss diss, like it or not I’m gonna kick this
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| This thicky beatbox beat pushing forward like a train
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| Brain activating game
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| By the way: I’m Mariko from Helsinki / Finland
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| And I ain’t cold though Scandinavian
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| First girl of Dynasty under the sun
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| I take pride in my rappin' session
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| Rock the house!
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| With a true hip hop
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| Rock the house!
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| With Mary and Tidjân
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| Rock the house!
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| It’s the ultimate bond
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| Rock the house!
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| To the sound of the Kwan
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| Writing rhymes to me is like the Crashbandicota
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| Dope, like dope what they smokers smoking all day long
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| Without doing anything, all I hear is big talk from the
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| Mouths that should be rappin', ring the bell «ring ring»
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| Rock the house with the sound you can’t miss
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| I’m MC Tidjân and that’s my main girl miss
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| Mary, queen of la dinasti Kwan
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| Avec nos soldats rythmiques c’est la force octagone
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| By an accident I’m getting sentimental
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| Be aware, my experiment could be bad for your mental
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| But feelings we have for this hiphop
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| Always been rocking from the bottom to the top
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| When ever it comes to debation
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| You got me up on the stand, no guestion
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| I gotta clear view of our destination
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| Rock the house with the energy phenomenon |