| Ay, ay, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s
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| Because we spent all our money on some old CDs
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| It’s like, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s
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| Because we spent all our money on some old CDs
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| We’re sayin', oh please, we ain’t got no P’s
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| Because we spent all our money on some old CDs
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| We got some old Jay-Zs, couple ODBs
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| Place 'em up in perfect order 'cause my OCD won’t let me keep it
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| I never speak it, keep it a secret
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| It’d be peak if any geezer would hear it and then repeat it
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| So we keep it, keep it out of reach of all the eejits
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| If you need it, best believe it, you won’t see it
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| Locked up in my room, deep cocoon, like you’re digging in crates
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| Already done with your digging, so your digging is bait
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| Keeping it straight, buzzing 'til late, sample the greats
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| Then we move onto the groove, grabbing that sample at eight
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| Seconds, loop beckons, smooth like new weapons
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| If I do step it, it’s new repping with true brethrens
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| Ruth, Lou’s getting too loose, look who’s crepping all
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| Tunes through Jimi to Zeppelin, now who reckons
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| You knew you’re rocking with a master of this
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| Manoeuvre blasts fast 'cause we’re hard to resist
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| Blitz like it was vital, recited my recital
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| One back in the snapple, the snap, the crackle of the vinyl
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| Sweet onto repeat, Chris is chopping a beat
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| Flipping these verses like the burgers on the grill at Bodean’s
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| We keep it mean, pristine, cleaner than clean
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| Harbour these harmonies like we’re speaking to Jean, it’s like
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| Oh please, we ain’t got no P’s
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| Because we spent all our money on some old CDs
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| It’s like, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s
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| Because we spent all our money on some old CDs
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| We’re sayin', oh please, we ain’t got no P’s
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| Because we spent all our money on some old CDs
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| We got some old Jay-Zs, couple ODBs
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| Place 'em up in perfect order 'cause my OCD won’t let me
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| ‘Cause this the rap, he brings the pads to the lab
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| The lab is my pad, we’re using every session to jam
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| Working on my revolutionary revenue plan
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| But currently without the green, like a recession in 'Dam
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| So we scribble on the daily, making beats for 'em
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| Create ancient plastic discs and playlists
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| That your parents used to play with
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| Quick and very painless
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| Stumbled onto rap, always been sick, my very name is
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| Now I’m quick to leave you brainless
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| You anus, you ignoramus, just let me say this
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| Not the greatest, but gimme space, kid, I’m set to make it
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| So basically, we’re bringing it back to basics
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| Rocking hi-hats and big kicks that are the latest trend
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| It’s a statement, but when you put this fashion aside
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| This rap music is a passion of mine, lifeline
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| 'Cause I designed the illest rhymes, chillin', time keeps tickin'
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| But I’m high, keep spittin' and flippin' rhythms to vibe, like
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| Oh please, we ain’t got no P’s
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| Because we spent all our money on some old CDs
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| It’s like, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s
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| Because we spent all our money on some old CDs
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| We’re sayin', oh please, we ain’t got no P’s
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| Because we spent all our money on some old CDs
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| We got some old Jay-Zs, couple ODBs
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| Place 'em up in perfect order 'cause my OCD won’t let me
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| It’s like sixteen bars in sixteen minutes, I kill it
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| Extinguish all the fire from the liars and the gimmicks
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| Losing spirit, bredders putting cheddar over lyrics
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| Then diminish any vision when they clear it
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| I hear it, it’s happening, moving like they’re mannequins
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| Dressed by other brothers
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| Hiding under covers with mothers be panicking
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| Rambling, gassing like they’re Anakin
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| But red and blue lights are out of sight
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| On the mic, stop damaging your honour and your pride
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| I, goner from the side
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| Never dippin' from the rhythm, flow specific when I rhyme
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| Sometime tell the flack and back, a slap
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| To any crackerjack who be slacking his mac
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| I’m on the track and in my prime
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| Ease your mind if ya hold it, time if you chose it
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| Keep your spine straighter then a blind homophobic
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| Ease your mind if you hold it, your time if you chose it
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| And keep your spine straight tonight (‘night ‘night)
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| Oh please, we ain’t got no P’s
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| Because we spent all our money on some old CDs
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| It’s like, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s
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| Because we spent all our money on some old CDs
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| We’re sayin', oh please, we ain’t got no P’s
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| Because we spent all our money on some old CDs
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| We got some old Jay-Zs, couple ODBs
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| Place 'em up in perfect order 'cause my OCD
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| It’s like, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s
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| Because we spent all our money on some old CDs
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| It’s like, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s
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| Because we spent all our money on some old CDs
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| It’s like, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s
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| Because we spent all our money on some old CDs
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| Got some old Jay-Zs, couple ODBs
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| Place 'em up in perfect order 'cause my OCD won’t let me keep it |