| One
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| Come on the mic, you’ll get bun, bun
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| Choose one, one
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| Come on the mic, you’ll get bun, bun
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| Ba-da-ba-da-da-da
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| Ba-da-ba-da-ba-ba-ba-da
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| Choose one
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| Ba-da-ba-da-da-da
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| Ba-da-ba-da-ba-ba-ba-da
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| Come on the mic, you’ll get bun, bun
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| I’ve got a million ways to kill you, choose one
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| Come on the mic, you’ll get bun
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| Cooked like a hot croissant from France
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| I spray my bars to lick down the dance real fast
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| Fast like racing cars
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| And in my bars, I’ve got the answer
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| Trust me, fam, I’ve got the secret
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| To make the sound work on the track and the tune
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| I spray my verse, I murk
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| Yuck, I am the teacher
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| They wanna know how I swerve on the riddim and surf
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| You need to practice, you need to learn
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| Come against me? |
| Best do your research
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| Or get left in the dirt
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| October the eighteenth, trust me, fam
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| Yeah, man ah been a dan from early, way back
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| Man ah been a dan from birth
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| A million ways to kill you, choose one
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| Come on the mic, you’ll get bun
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| Cooked like a hot croissant from France
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| I spray my bars to lick down the dance |
| Yo, man have got a million ways to kill you, choose one
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| Come on the mic, you’ll get bun
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| Cooked like a hot croissant from France
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| I spray my bars to lick down the dance
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| Yo, man have got a million ways to kill you, choose one
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| Come on the mic, you’ll get bun
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| Cooked like a hot croissant from France
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| I spray my bars to lick down the dance
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| Yo, man have got a million ways to kill you, choose one
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| Come on the mic, you’ll get bun
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| Cooked like a hot croissant from France
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| I spray my bars to lick down the dance real fast
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| I’ll have man jumping on the ropes, Shelton Benjamin
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| Old school black brudda there from wrestling
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| Bare pussyholes these days on the scene, so
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| That’s why man are not cool or friends with them
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| I don’t check for them, can’t spud dem boys
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| Got nuttin' to say to 'em
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| Out of the world, you can call me an alien
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| And man have got flows from a next dimension
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| Dem man dere wanna know my secret
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| Unlock the third eye, then you’ll see it
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| Now you’ve deeped it
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| In my zone, I can’t be defeated, better believe it |
| Look inna my eyes, you can tell I mean it
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| I’ve got the pagans feeling squeamish
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| 'Cause all the gyal dem like my music
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| Can’t you see this? |
| I am the deepest
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| A million ways to kill you, choose one
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| Come on the mic, you’ll get bun
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| Cooked like a hot croissant from France
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| I spray my bars to lick down the dance
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| Yo, man have got a million ways to kill you, choose one
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| Come on the mic, you’ll get bun
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| Cooked like a hot croissant from France
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| I spray my bars to lick down the dance
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| Yo, man have got a million ways to kill you, choose one
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| Come on the mic, you’ll get bun
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| Cooked like a hot croissant from France
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| I spray my bars to lick down the dance
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| Yo, man have got a million ways to kill you, choose one
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| Come on the mic, you’ll get bun
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| Cooked like a hot croissant from France
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| I spray my bars to lick down the dance real fast
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| Sho, what we do? |
| What we say? |
| What we drink?
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| No tea so we pour that into the sink
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| Man can’t ask me «what do we drink?»
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| That’s a stupid question, what do you think?
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| K-O-double-F, that’s an inner ting |
| With the hyphen-E, man are energising and
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| If you want a fight, we can get to boxing, I
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| Might just box him in the gob quick, kick
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| When I’m on the riddim, yeah, man are gliding
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| Man are styling like I was S-curling, got a
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| Unique flow, can’t imitate it
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| Man wanna take it, embrace it
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| Wanna sound like me but you’re not my kid
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| You’re just adopted so don’t try it
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| Bars on the radio, man are locked in
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| Bars so cold, selecta, jack it
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| A million ways to kill you, choose one
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| Come on the mic, you’ll get bun
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| Cooked like a hot croissant from France
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| I spray my bars to lick down the dance
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| Yo, man have got a million ways to kill you, choose one
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| Come on the mic, you’ll get bun
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| Cooked like a hot croissant from France
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| I spray my bars to lick down the dance
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| Yo, man have got a million ways to kill you, choose one
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| Come on the mic, you’ll get bun
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| Cooked like a hot croissant from France
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| I spray my bars to lick down the dance
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| Yo, man have got a million ways to kill you, choose one
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| Come on the mic, you’ll get bun
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| Cooked like a hot croissant from France |
| I spray my bars to lick down the dance real fast |