| my dj’s got the cuts and the beats are on
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| We’re comin' with the limericks and we’re comin' strong
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| And the rhythm’s on time to every word and rhyme
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| When it comes to keep it real I keep it really wrong
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| At the risk of sounding crass I would like to mention
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| That I am well aware of your wack intentions
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| To usurp my prose you so and so
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| It’s my primary bone of contention
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| I tell you everybody I’ve had it
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| With all these people with static
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| I’ll go insane if it don’t rain
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| Sucker MC’s are problematic
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| I love it when you hit those switches
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| A curve ball’s what my pitch is
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| So here we here we come
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| Like dum ditty dum
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| I keep all five boroughs in stitches
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| The sound sounds sweeter throughthe echo plex
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| It’ll spin you around and throw you in a hex
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| Until you feel no pain inside your brain
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| All your worries are soothed by the sound effects
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| Read it in the Post and the Daily News
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| Listen everybody lets show improve
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| Don’t let me begin about heroin
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| Living six feet deep just ain’t the move
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| We’re giving you soul power
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| I like it sweet and sour
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| When it comes to rhymes and beatdesigns
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| I’m at the control tower
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| Tell me what makes you so afraid
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| Of all those people you say you hate
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| Just give it one time for your mind
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| And let’s try to negotiate
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| And let’s try to negotiate
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| And let’s try to negotiate |