| Too many sounds irritate my earholes
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| Like Planet Rock beats from L.A. hoes
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| The same old thing, same old shit I’m tired
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| Was once on the payroll about to be fired
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| Black radio shame, pop rap’s to blame
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| Program your playlist to sound the same
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| With a disco tempo, cliche intro
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| Wack rap tracks for commercial shows
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| Mindless music for the masses has to take
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| Time away from the real rap master
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| So I’ll stay cool for community airplay
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| While ratings slip for the shit that you play
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| This is a test a lesson to be observed
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| No wack rhymes are heard I keep on raising the curve
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| Back and forth I never stick I’m soft I just run it
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| Punks’ll shun it, gangs keeping girlies on it
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| Paris is the dog, much doper than morphine
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| Sick with the style so you can say you’ve seen
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| The radical magical man, master of master plan
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| So smooth from beginning to end
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| This is a test, back it up when I’m in the place
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| And all hail to the dog with the righteous bass
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| The boss I come across rough on your radio wave
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| Terror on two-track whenever I’m played
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| Punks keep stepping that’s the reason why I
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| Come through sicker than a L.A. drive-by
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| By dropping bombs in songs y’all keep singing along
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| So smooth it couldn’t never go wrong
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| This is a test
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| Yo dig
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| When you buy a rap record do you buy it for dance moves
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| Or do you buy rap cause the lyrics are smooth
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| Cause if you wanna dance you should stick with the other one
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| And leave the dog alone till the dancing is done
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| But then when you’re ready for the brother who leads
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| And feeds all rap lovers with rhymes like these
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| I dish a little taste of the bass of Scarface
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| And pace the rhyme space to chase the weak-kneed
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| Cause I don’t play -- Well my name ain’t
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| Or A-T-C, or N.W.A
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| I’m Paris, the Asiatic lord of light
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| With the power to fight and write rhymes to stay
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| Cause I’m hotter than lava when I be up on a microphone
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| By now you should know it the poet’s doper than most
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| By dispensing of ignorance and by keeping the wack down
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| You enter to the realm of the Scarface sound
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| This is a test |