| Boom! |
| My idea fill the room with light, soon as I write
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| Tunes are dynamite
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| Scenery’s out of sight
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| Show’s tonight, I seal your doom tight
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| My platoon is right, puttin' bullet wounds in the mic
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| Once again it’s the paragraph chemist
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| Inventors are finished, the experimentist
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| Rakim is the elementor, I invent more courses
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| The editor with thoughts of a sorcerer (bring it)
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| Act like you want it —
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| It isn’t a man that’ll take it from me, I hold the mic prisoner
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| Rescues that’ll reach next crews, that speech
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| Unless you know how to teach, retreat to the beat
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| I swing it better than Tarzan
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| Once it’s in the R’s hand, all they can say is «aw, man»
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| A mass of people in hysteria
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| Yo, any bitin' emcees in the area?
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| Bring
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| It…
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| Bring it on
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| (On and on and on and on)
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| Bring it… bring it on
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| (On and on and on and on)
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| Come on, bring it…
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| Bring it
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| Bring it on
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| (On and on and on and on)
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| (On and on and on and on)
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| Don’t stop rockin' ‘til the break of dawn — one
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| Poetry is drastic, hazard when it’s put on plastic
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| Havoc if blasted — if I get sarcastic
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| Your thoughts is short, mines go far past it
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| He didn’t wanna pass it
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| I took it — believe me, it’s devious
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| If they wanna see me it’s worse than hideous
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| Look — I drop another rhyme and the place gets shook
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| If you don’t get back, react to the hook
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| I hook it — highly explosive, it could blow at any time
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| With any rhyme, without a nine
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| Get out of line, too late if you wait ‘til I perform
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| Mics get blown out of tune, so bring it on
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| The crowd didn’t hear the original
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| When the wild first one to ever let a rhyme float down the Nile
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| Stomp it, comp it, flowin', a similar style
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| Rhymes attack, now they want rap exile
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| Never — ‘cause I get militant, that’s why I’m still in it
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| You give me a mic and I’m killin' it
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| When it drops, autops and x-rays give them heads displays
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| I say, ate away the microchips
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| Instead of yappin' about a gun
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| Rappin' about things they never done
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| You’re sterile, you’ll never come
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| I’m thorough since I came, I’m still comin' with more
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| In '94 I ain’t go on tour, I went to war
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| Whatever, I’ll be right here ‘til the next year
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| At the mic site with a bright idea
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| Brothers come wrong and better split, get gone
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| When I rip the song they get torn
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| Bring it on…
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| (On and on and on and on)
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| (On and on and on and on)
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| Bring it
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| Bring it on
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| Bring it on
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| Bring it on
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| Don’t stop rockin' ‘til the break of dawn — one
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| Bring it… bring it on
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| Bring it on…
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| Bring it on…
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| Come on, bring it…
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| Bring it on…
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| Bring it on…
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| Bring it on…
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| Come on, bring it…
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| Bring it! |