| Who is it?
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| Who is it?
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| Who is it?
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| Well he can roll up, watch a rhythm, rock a record in time
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| Disassemble disillusion that determined to blind
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| While demonstrating by creating watching battle a beat
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| Reassemble, recycle what we know is concrete
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| Now he’s the best
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| Best stock in the west
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| The Mr. Clean of the hip hop mess
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| Who is it?
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| Who is it? |
| (Do you have to really ask?)
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| Who is it?
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| Who is it?
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| Who is it?
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| Who is it?
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| Who is it?
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| Who is it jequizzit you don’t know ya dizzit
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| So I will provide the ultimate visit, yes!
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| You’re not alone — his name is Mantronik
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| The party superstar with the image ironic
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| And to the other circle called a capital T
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| Where taking over is a crime, they call him a thief
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| Jack the ripper, van skipper in the days or at night
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| We will confide in him this hour, hear the truth and I’ll mic
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| Who is it? |
| (many echoes)
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| Who is it?
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| Who is it? |
| (Do you have to really ask?)
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| Who is it?
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| Who is it?
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| It’s the computer
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| You made it he’ll abuse ya
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| The automated make sound pile drum ruler, yes!
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| King I? |
| with the art of noise
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| The hip mechanic cause a panic so I’m telling ya boys
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| So watch out, idle bound this is Brooklyn sound
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| Synchosonic hypnotronic you may not found
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| Which you select, reflect, acknowledge it yet
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| We’re like a brother like no other and juice who can’t bet
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| Who is it? |
| (many echoes)
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| Who is it?
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| Who is it? |
| (say what say what who is it?)
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| Who is it?
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| Who is it?
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| Listen up, listen close, listen loud and clear
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| Well listen to the beats only he’ll prepare
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| Well like a passion that is driven by the words you hear
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| Mantronix is the crew up on the boat we share
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| So if you’re ready, it’s time for one
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| Homeboy, make some noise, let’s have some fun
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| Put in the boots and the snare and release the drum
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| So we can show the party people — let’s show the party people
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| Let’s show the party people that we’re not done! |
| (echoes)
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| The master of disaster musician to be
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| To idle with the title on the table and key
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| We’re seeking sound that we found with the innocent?
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| We’re taking chords from the boys not leaving a trace
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| Who is it? |
| (I'ma ask you one more time)
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| Who is it? |
| (echoes)
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| Who is it?
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| Who is it?
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| Who is it?
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| Who is it?
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| Who is it?
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| Who is it? |
| (echoes) |