| Speech is fire
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| When I teach the choir a new tune
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| When the lamps out
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| Yeah
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| Ey yo, lights out!
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| Turn the heat up a little bit man
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| You spit so lame, your shit is offbeat
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| I came to sweep cats right off they own street
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| You know it
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| B-b-beating the place clean
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| B-b-beating them on sight
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| You-you-you with a fake team
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| That-that-that means lights out
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| That-that-that means psyched out
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| So take the right route-route
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| That shit dont work
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| It wont hurt
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| You fuck around, it wont-you fuck-spit
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| Ey yo, lights out!
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| Back-back-back-back
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| I take the champ out, I hold the top crown
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| They wanna step in the ring to get knocked down
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| I give em shots now, they hearin the glock sound
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| A little click clack, I tell em to sit back
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| Im like the six-pack, you dudes is one can
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| While yall swing wild, I beat em with one hand
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| You spit so lame, your shit is offbeat
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| I came to sweep cats right off they own street
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| Ey yo, your main man is back
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| The hardcore tracks
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| Fuck with em
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| Back-back-back-back
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| Non-()
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| Speech is fire
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| When I teach the choir a new tune |