| We puttin' in work, Kutmasta Kurt break down the bass
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| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
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| We diggin' in crates, makin' papes all across the states
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| Who wanna go against the hard knock trife? |
| Demonstration of self
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| Fuck what ya heard, that' how the Yard rocks mics
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| I stretch perfecto, poetry penetratin' through your chest blow
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| Wrestlin' with the written, straight spittin' about to explode
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| It’s ocknaughtin, and I shall never be forgotten
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| Rappers be actin' hard but really soft just like cotton
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| Once I switch gears, I gets down off the cadence
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| My train of thought brave, rhymes with all kinds of changes
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| I bust faster, fuckin' with Kurt the Kutmasta
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| Touch my microphone is the reason you’ll get your ass whipped
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| Razor sharp precision slash it, to get the cash quick
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| I heard the track murder my mental and then I smashed it
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| Straight coastin' - Motion Man, bam, it’s settled
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| I’m hot shit meltin' through the motherfuckin' ghetto
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| Blazin', mainstream, makin' shit happen
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| As the first real West Coast emcee to turn Platinum
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| (Motion Man)
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| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
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| We puttin' in work, Kutmasta Kurt break down the bass
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| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
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| We diggin' in crates, makin' papes all across the states
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| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
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| Pullin' all nighters cause we writers and the joints don’t stop
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| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
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| And if ya hot ya hot, and if ya not ya not
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| Biochemical, biodegradable, biological
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| But not bio-sexual partna, bioracial
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| Switch up tones on you, smack up your facial
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| Chameleon, tryin' to make a million and it’s on
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| I’m a lizard, mixed with Mother Nature’s form of a blizzard
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| Salmonella scaly rain, swing the mic like a wizard
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| Don’t mess with smart kids off alcohol with dunce hats to fit you all
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| Return siris for the whole street brawl
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| Send dirty ashey rappers back to the studio, like babies they crawl
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| Like snakes they shed, I’m flyin' that head
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| Doin' failure, sets of push-ups after sex in the bed
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| I’m ready to roll again — dip-dip-dip-doo-da, insert it in
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| I be strokin' like McGwire and Sosa to bypass Roger Maris
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| And get a day off like I’m Ferris
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| Bueller, Bueller, Bueller — absent from the scene
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| Rappers hear that avalanche is comin', won’t proceed
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| I’m a mixer, form of a blender, add in many phrases
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| Chop it up, rotatin' a solid into a lyrical liquid
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| Get up to the plate and switch hit with a verbal bat to swing up
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| Knock a dent and I won’t ding up, after I rip
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| Leavin' the mic smellin' like Old Gold from my top lip
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| My cut up at you like clippers to fade ya
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| Sit in the chair as I edge your head with Planet Asia
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| You might be disappointed when sharp cuts
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| Connect to your forehead, expose your black head
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| (Motion Man)
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| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
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| We puttin' in work, Kutmasta Kurt break down the bass
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| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
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| We diggin' in crates, makin' papes all across the states
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| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
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| Pullin' all nighters cause we writers and the joints don’t stop
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| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
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| And if ya hot ya hot, and if ya not ya not
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| What’s your last request you nappy Fred Williams chest
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| You not Shaft nigga, you more like Jimmy Walker skinny
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| Michael Evans, tight denim, lookin' out for Penny
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| I leave rappers like Florida Evans sayin «Damn!»
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| With years of experience I reach my destinations
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| And now I’m gettin' by just off my high expectations
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| Dirty to the core, ghetto score to the symphony
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| Contemporary hip-hop crews you gets no sympathy
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| In this feel I follow, no woman or man or even dollar
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| And I put that on my next heart beat, all down the bottle
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| My peoples out to touch live L.A. ey yo I doubt there’s
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| Another emcee that could probably fuck with me out there
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| No doubt yeah, this be that real hip-hop shit
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| To make y’all motherfuckers run out quick, lookin' to cop this
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| Back again just to slap out your taste
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| Na na na, face to face we came to shake down the place
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| (Motion Man)
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| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
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| We puttin' in work, Kutmasta Kurt break down the bass
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| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
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| We diggin' in crates, makin' papes all across the states
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| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
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| Pullin' all nighters cause we writers and the joints don’t stop
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| (Face to face, we came to shake down the place)
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| And if ya hot ya hot, and if ya not ya not |