| Jesus, the beat is cut in pieces like pizzas
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| When he grab the mic deez nuts said «please squeeze us»
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| He told 'em «hold up», after the punchline
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| Single file rappers with dull rhymes and ugly shines
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| In the ring with the frizzy bearded grizzly bear
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| He win the thing with an exquisite rare dizzy stare
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| Gimme here, I’ll show ya’ll how to do it right
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| When he put the mask on he screw it tight, it’s stupid light
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| True story, you can ask Uncle Nu.
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| I didn’t know that was you!
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| Everybody sing!
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| What good is melody? |
| What good is music?
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| If it ain’t possessing something sweet
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| It ain’t the melody, it ain’t the music
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| If it ain’t possessing something sweet-
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| Dreams the heat beam is like a laser level
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| Aim it 'til it straighten out, do your best to graze a devil
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| Bass and treble peakin', make sure they even
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| Be fakin' more and he break her jaw and teeth in
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| Leavin' creepin'
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| No time for weepin' and grievin', deep in breathin'
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| Keepin' on believin', it don’t matter
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| Honing on the data
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| In the zone zonin', ownin' microphone chatter
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| Batter, swing! |
| That’s the thing he’s known better for
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| Worser than the casualties in the metaphor wars
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| Forget your applause, bet- pause
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| Answer me these questions three to get across
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| Who’s the boss? |
| What size is them shoes of yours?
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| We the wrong crew to cross, true or false?
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| Don’t look at him, ask Uncle Nu
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| I didn’t know that was you. |
| Everybody sing
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| What good is melody? |
| What good is music?
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| If it ain’t possessin' something sweet
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| It ain’t the melody, it ain’t the music
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| If it ain’t possessing something sweet- |