| B-boys decoys will try to destroy deploy the truth in black hoods and
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| Black boots, caps get knocked only when they’re fitted, lyrics get
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| Dropped only when they’re lifted, so swingtime is one up the vo-chords
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| Run amuck, war’s a factor, we’ll perspire and someone in the crowd yells
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| Fire! |
| fire!, we don’t need no water let it burn yo! |
| we don’t need not
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| Water let it burn! |
| So it burnt! |
| Learn your lesson well if I don’t then I
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| Guess you get jelled, swell heads go down like the sun hon, and here it
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| Comes! |
| So the troops are pulled out and the tolls are paid set and done,
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| Here it -comes! |
| Hit it off! |
| Kick it off! |
| Set it off! |
| Here it — comes!
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| And you’ll thought I was coming back with some old R&B huh?
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| Fiddle-fee fiddle-fie fiddle-foe fiddle-fum, I smell the blood of an
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| English — muffin, huffin' and puffin', selling his soul, j-e-l-l-o, ya
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| Know? |
| roll with the squad that makes back flips stick, tisk tisk tisk ya
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| Should-a used wisk, now you shouldn’t appeal to be a BIFF, insist that
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| Your mode is on scramble, remember the skips and enter the sample,
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| Knowledge provided by the years of true and blue, perched on the front stoop,
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| Checking for the base loop, so the troops are rolled out and the tolls
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| Are paid set and done, and hon, here it -comes! |