| Yes, yes
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| Looptroop, Wax Cabinet
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| Shit is so hot right now
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| I’m in the mic booth in nothing but my boxers
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| Just a little information for the ladies
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| On how we do it up in this, check it
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| Whatever I do over this beat is a hit 'cause it’s hot
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| However I sound, better believe that it’s hip to the hop
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| However you feel all my peeps, just lick off a shot
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| Whatever you do Embee, make sure the shit don’t stop
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| Yah, it’s murder on the dance floor, call the paramedics
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| Right now, or you won’t live to regret it
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| Outline the whole crowd in chalk when I spit talk
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| Slidin' through all the blood like a crip walk
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| Yeah, a lame ass metaphor
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| But say it better or shut the fuck up, 'cause
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| Like my man said «It's all about who kicks the lamest shit
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| And gets away with it, fool»
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| In this rap I’m all about havin' some fun with it
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| And burn till there’s no return like capital punishment
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| Promoe, on your FM dial
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| With Looptroop, mother effin' styles
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| From Sweden, bleedin' all over the cut
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| Female MC: s, I spread semen all over your butt
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| Male MC: s I knock out screaming' over you «What?
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| You must be dreamin', thinkin' you can fuck
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| With the Promoe» (Who?) Ahead of all heads
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| The Promoe, a dread among bald heads
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| With more hair and beard than you bargained for
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| Don’t f around 'cause my squad is raw
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| It’s Looptroop, the click is full proof
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| It’s Looptroop, too thick to shoot through
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| Bullets bouncin' off the boulevard to the beat
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| With my heart to the street man I’m hard to defeat
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| Without Embee you ain’t fuckin' with me
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| Without 10 G’s you ain’t fuckin' with him
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| Without him, no hits, you ain’t makin' a fuckin' cent
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| So fuckin' with us don’t make no motherfuckin' sense, motherfucker
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| And the shit don’t stop
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| However it sound, better believe that it’s hip to the hop
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| Whatever I say over the beat is a hit 'cause it’s hot
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| However you feel all my peeps, just lick off a shot
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| This goes out to all of those who been oppressed for too long
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| And don’t know where they belong, yo
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| This goes out to all my people who had enough
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| Of the chains and handcuffs, again
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| This goes out to all of those who been oppressed for too long
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| And don’t know where they belong, yo
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| This goes out to all my people who had enough
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| Of the chains and handcuffs
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| All right, we’re smaller than you, but we’re more than you
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| So we move faster, eat you whole before you shoot, yo
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| No time to gaze, bun them evil acts they do
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| They know my face, so run before they catch you too
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| You don’t want that, trust me, I’ve been to hell and back
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| But if you get caught, remember to tell them that
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| This music don’t back for nobody, retreat for nothin'
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| 'Cause it’s the pulse of all the people strugglin'
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| The lifeline for the hopeless, the eyes of the blind
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| The underworld communication of our time
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| So rise and shine, they can’t eliminate the messages
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| Even if they kill us, can’t get us 'cause
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| The music’s too hot
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| However you feel all my peeps, just lick off a shot
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| Embee did it again, haters no like
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| But they gotta bounce to it 'cause the show’s so tight
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| Turn up the volume 'til the beat make the vinyl skip
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| No funny binniz, I repeat, we ain’t signing shit
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| Schlooks stay young and angry, horny, hungry, drunk and high
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| Sex junkies now
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| But I don’t want no medicine, want you to let me in
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| Mamita call him, tell him that you found a better friend
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| Your moms recommend you stay away from them
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| But I don’t blame you for kickin' it with the champion
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| From the dragons den, Vaxkabinetten
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| Spit fire at your management and tyin' up your president
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| I represent DVSG’s, cop any previous release
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| And recognize game, we feeding the streets
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| That musical stampede, (come on), follow my lead
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| Put your fist up in the air, let 'em know who we be
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| Whatever we say over the beat is a hit 'cause it’s hot
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| However it sound, better believe that it’s hip to the hop
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| However you feel all my peeps, just lick off a shot
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| Whatever you do Embee, make sure the shit don’t stop |