| Verse 1: crackerjacks
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| I got the adibles
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| De-deing-zak-zeek-zo goods to eat
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| What to the manilla on your paper
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| Its the rattle with the crackerjack caper
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| Now whos said that I was all for my own
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| Not did a flesson-flit to brontosaurus on Here goes the adible eats cos I eat sweets
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| Not stakes summits I got styles
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| Styles!
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| Get it honney tell inning to winning
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| Run miles and miles to the speaker
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| Super-propelicker its the sound of the zeekers
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| Oh!
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| Verse 2: gollie g Gollie g bumblebee ring around the rosie
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| A quacka full of hosie the hip hop scooby doo why
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| Whatch the jar drop let the sunset stop
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| Bang!
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| Was my friend to the end
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| Chukie was a lucky so heres your end friend
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| I sets the show aint brocoli and rice
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| The newer to the new not the old spice
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| Mind over matter its got a true-school-blue
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| Betty cracker made it better
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| Poindex the flex to track by busta
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| With a little bit of sore from the crackerjack store
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| Still at will
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| For field up the skill for the jill by the jack
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| Misguided mojo swing low string
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| Sing along as I bring along with the song
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| Sedated by the maid, meenie mi mo Yo, gotta go, gotta gotta go so!
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| On and off but the ending yet stick around
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| Cos the zeeko gots the sound
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| Jeepers, creepers, its the sound of the zeekers x2
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| Verse 3: sha-now
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| Neverlettheysaid I like a tracks
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| Leaders of the new school want the first path
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| Flow with this groovy track
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| Welcome to sound of the zeekers
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| Just not get trap taste this lyrical bliss
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| To the brain sha-now here theres no shame
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| In my game let me be your remedy man
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| I can hit your ears with the words that I share
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| So Taste this feel forenow I made the grave
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| A rumpely sound that you have to obey
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| Sha-now in tropical later or here on the scene
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| Sounds of the zeekers just not a dream
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| Verse 4: rumpletilkinz
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| Im drizzy on may Im be on the ill tate
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| Im simply teaching I representing tripulate
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| Down the negative add the positive
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| Pass me why thats my polarity
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| I just ghetto, look ghetto, came from the ghetto
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| But now I got elevel with the flow
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| I riding from the bottom go straight to the top
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| When Im only in graping on the hip hop pop
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| Im crossing the line heading for the border
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| Feel a quite thirsty, need a cup of water
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| Toilet in grandplans they like sub treplets
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| 90s are the year of the rumpeltilskinz
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| Take it all witches in throwem in ditches
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| If you front to this you just kit stitches
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| Down with the rumpeltil and I love the redskinz
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| Should I begin trancept by friends
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| Geronimo not the animal I dance canibal
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| On the dance floor I willing and able to freak
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| Any zeek and Im out
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| Verse 5: kallie weed
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| Now this is kallie weed pum the version
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| But then its want to me want to no understand (bow, bow!)
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| And when me come about it dance me understand lumpting (bow, bow!)
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| It want to the move now is Im moving on bottom (bow, bow!)
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| De inna de dance with lons (bow, bow!)
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| Then bu-bum you janord and northest (bow, bow!)
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| North east south and west everybody move unploress (bow, bow!)
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| Inna de 90s hit aye aye (aye aye, aye aye)
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| Fim fi fo fum, let all the zeekers in the dance
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| Fim fi fo fum, charlie brown make the dance around
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| Verse 6: charlie brown
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| Zipiddy dooh doh zipeddy dah, ow!
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| Thats only one charlie brown zeeker of the speaker
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| Much getting louder lunchtime all out with the chines
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| ow!
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| Crackerjacks taking your back
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| Airer like a track now relaters react
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| Come in to flow, come in to flow
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| Better vacation never the less kick pick stick
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| Jump the pump grass, nooooow
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| No bizz like showbizz, brown there is!
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| Babble vibrate the ground got speakers
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| Ow, ow, zeekers!
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| Verse 7: dinco d
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| L — o — n — s!
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| Zeeker with zest zen jive as crazy
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| Minds combine elevating the maze
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| Of a cartible character scripture of a picture
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| Picture mister d — I — n — c — o!
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| Be a fool but speaker with average
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| Ever number one but aint not its rattle game
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| So I zone and zones of I been
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| A special with sounds so ill I be witness
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| See like zack the lego maniac
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| You ask whats that? |
| I said bring it back
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| Verse 8: cut-monitor milo
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| I got short dreadlocks and right pad seekers!
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| Illing on this track call sound of the zeekers! |
| Before I cut low miss this go-ne
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| Doing all the merger a fiss in a bledger
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| See I dont ride wolves cos I know be faking
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| Dont eat bacon cos thats for saking
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| My heavy-digits stay ultra maked
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| No need to play hot cos I cant be frozen
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| Just take this as a mailpress token
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| How many pennies do you need to laces?
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| How do you know when you have a six cents
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| Peem peem peem! |
| its the sound of my beeper
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| And the name of this track its sound of the zeekers
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| Verse 9: busta rhymes
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| I love the feminine fats when they go (hah, hah)
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| To the hitty-bitty bust then show (hah, hah)
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| Babe babe doll, babe babe babe doll
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| Showing you busta rhymes will never fall
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| Everybody in the house have you zeeking make some noise
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| (aahhhh yeah yeah yeah!) people that we recoging
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| Beam back that sound from the blooming (hah, hah)
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| That beatiful sound Im loving (hah, hah)
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| You find a move riding to the show bizz
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| Come to speak, what? |
| in the lab of noizes
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| So back off your bats and your creatures
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| React sit back and listen to the sound of the zeekers!
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| Done! |