| One way — a mircophone works
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| Checkin’suckas on the usage of vocal tones
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| While the breaks be bangin'
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| Cold shakin’ya homes
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| Vibrations reverberatin give identification
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| In meter Neter like Metu
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| Leavin’Holes in your speakers
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| Scold a brotha like Lateef — oh, that’s a no can do The Black and Puerto Rican lyric deacon speaking the truth
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| I’ll make ya giggle like a tickle or a nipple tweaker
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| I freak a style from here to Mogadishu — here to Mozambique-a
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| >From here to Mount Zion I’m hard to reach when at my peak
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| Of shinin’flowin’like a creek lava spicy like paprika
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| That’s neither here nor there
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| Fully chargin’up the air — heavy sounds gettign thicker like the atmosphere?
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| Ya gotta get up no it cuz we got watcha want — the
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| Beats be fat like the factory Wanka
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| Suckas keep bitin’like a gang of piranhas
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| Ya betta come with it if your thinkin’is stronger
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| The mindset couldn’t be any wronger
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| We roll deep swoll like the island of Tonga
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| Don’t even really need to rock the mic any longer
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| So I stop!
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| Pass the mic like I pass on the porkchops
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| And it don’t quit
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| I say that to say this
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| You can’t oppose this
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| I say that to say this
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| Cuz if the clothes fit
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| I say that to say this
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| You’re a hostess
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| I say that to say this
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| You’re so sensitive
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| All I said was simple sentences
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| Premises was left as if the messages were venomous
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| They are though
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| Guess it’s just my penmanshipt and how it moves
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| Your torso
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| Suckas steer clear of me like feminists
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| Do carshows
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| There’s a little punchline for those of you
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| Who love rhymes with those in 'em
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| Hear it one time then you’re finished with 'em
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| Give you that nasty, tangy feeling
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| Check it out
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| Free rhymes for griots in Fiats and Klingons
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| And wee tots with crayons and Koreans
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| In Reeboks in kiosks at flea marts and peons
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| That be on some feline shit
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| Y’all like the FBI on some espionage
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| Asking questions but my head’s beyond that
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| Be openly honest
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| Y’all write ya’ll own rhymes?
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| Oh I doubt it
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| I’s dotted
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| T’s crossed
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| Tell you what
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| I make a song
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| You take it home, you think about it Promise me with every opportunity you’ll use the all illuminating eye
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| Beyond the obvious buffoonery
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| Defy the allegations and the rumory
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| Be out the labyrinth the average imp’s enamored with
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| And you don’t stop
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| I say that to say this
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| Cause with a closed fist
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| I say that to say this
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| Youc an’t oppose this
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| I say that to say this
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| You’re just bullshit |